[ her cheeks are cold compared to his hands and they feel good against her skin, his lips feel even better against her own. she wonders if she'll ever get tired of the way it feels to be kissed by him. she thinks not. by the end of that kiss, any apprehension she feels has melted away and she has an almost giddy smile on her lips.]
Why? [ she teases softly, letting her hands move to bury beneath his coat, at his sides, to warm themselves.] Did you find someone else to kiss while I was getting here?
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Why? [ she teases softly, letting her hands move to bury beneath his coat, at his sides, to warm themselves.] Did you find someone else to kiss while I was getting here?