( it's funny, she thinks, how he can say such blatantly hot — because there's really no other way to describe it, is there? — phrases, and then hesitate over something as simple as a goodnight kiss. but dating, hooking up, getting to know, whatever you wanted to call it... well, she had to imagine it wasn't very familiar to either of them, even in a place like this. but to his credit, at least he offers a reassurance of another time, and a question to follow it up. she can't help but smile, a soft shake of her head in apparent disbelief of his question. )
Yeah, text me sometime. I'd like that.
( with a quick extend of her hand, caroline waits for him to hand her his phone; when he does, she types in her number (and apartment number for good measure) before turning off the screen and slipping it back in his hand. easy enough. as for the rest of it? she could, if she wanted to, remain out here until one of them awkwardly decided enough was enough, or she could leave on a high note.
eternal enthusiasm chooses the latter, and so caroline lifts herself up on tiptoes as she darts into his personal space, pressing her lips to his cheek for a gentle brush before pulling back and turning towards the door. she's almost through the threshold when she turns her head again, peeking back over her shoulder to grin in his direction. )
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Yeah, text me sometime. I'd like that.
( with a quick extend of her hand, caroline waits for him to hand her his phone; when he does, she types in her number (and apartment number for good measure) before turning off the screen and slipping it back in his hand. easy enough. as for the rest of it? she could, if she wanted to, remain out here until one of them awkwardly decided enough was enough, or she could leave on a high note.
eternal enthusiasm chooses the latter, and so caroline lifts herself up on tiptoes as she darts into his personal space, pressing her lips to his cheek for a gentle brush before pulling back and turning towards the door. she's almost through the threshold when she turns her head again, peeking back over her shoulder to grin in his direction. )
I mean it. Don't ghost on me, Derek Hale.