[ His hand slide, from her arms up to her neck, until he's framing her face with both hands, the smile on his face unwavering. They're still by her front door, but at least, it's not as cold as it used to be - and she's warm, when he leans closer, nose brushing hers. ]
It's a very decent way, yeah.
[ It's just a whisper as his eyes slip closed, and his lips touch hers. ]
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It's a very decent way, yeah.
[ It's just a whisper as his eyes slip closed, and his lips touch hers. ]