[she laughs. it's such a rare sound to begin with, but now he knows it's because of him and because of this kiss. it's the best thing he's ever heard. part of him wants to lift her up and settle her legs around his waist, just so she's up higher and closer, but alas, his spine. maybe next time.]
[next time is a thought that has his stomach rolling all over again, because there could be a next time. he could probably kiss her again. it's all he wants to do.]
[he's interrupted from that train of thought, from memorizing the shape of her mouth, by the chime of the doors opening. he freezes, pulling back just enough to glance at the reflections in the glass, to make sure no one's there.]
[it's empty, but he still feels frozen while the door stays impatiently open behind him, his breath fanning out over her face.]
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[next time is a thought that has his stomach rolling all over again, because there could be a next time. he could probably kiss her again. it's all he wants to do.]
[he's interrupted from that train of thought, from memorizing the shape of her mouth, by the chime of the doors opening. he freezes, pulling back just enough to glance at the reflections in the glass, to make sure no one's there.]
[it's empty, but he still feels frozen while the door stays impatiently open behind him, his breath fanning out over her face.]