[He frames her face with his hands and kisses her like that and she wants nothing more than to forego dinner entirely. Spend the rest of the evening kissing him and... other things. Creators, finally, now that her ribs are healed.
So she tangles fingers in his hair and kisses him back fervently, before smirking up at him fondly. A heat to her lilac eyes that quite possibly holds a promise of things to come.] And what if my answer is you?
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So she tangles fingers in his hair and kisses him back fervently, before smirking up at him fondly. A heat to her lilac eyes that quite possibly holds a promise of things to come.] And what if my answer is you?