[Later on, he'll wonder what the hell he was thinking, at the time. But now, he's too caught up in pretending, too caught up in the moment that he doesn't notice until he's stumbled backwards into the couch and staring at her, heart beating faster and faster.
When she leans in to kiss him, it stuns him for a moment, but then he closes his eyes and kisses back, hand reaching up to rest at the nape of her neck. Her hair's soft to the touch, and yes, she does smell like roses--winter roses, to be exact.
He can pretend, just for a moment. He can do that.]
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When she leans in to kiss him, it stuns him for a moment, but then he closes his eyes and kisses back, hand reaching up to rest at the nape of her neck. Her hair's soft to the touch, and yes, she does smell like roses--winter roses, to be exact.
He can pretend, just for a moment. He can do that.]