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“Because I wanted to make you happy.”
She blinks slowly, and when she speaks again her voice is hushed. “Then why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
She wants a kiss?
I feel a reluctant smile crawl across my lips as I shake my head, curling my fingers from behind her ear to rest over her jaw. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder at the undulating way that she’s able to draw emotions from me—from worry to joy in a heartbeat.
“Why have you not kissed me?” I counter.
“I…” She draws back from me a little, and a spark of annoyance flashes through her green eyes. “You’re the one that’s supposed to make the first move, thank you!”
“Am I?” I brush my thumb over her cheek, and much of her ire seems to sputter away. “Here on this sphere, it’s customary for the female to take the first kiss. It is always her choice.” Without permission, my hand on her arm drifts down to find her waist, and I tug her towards me until her chest bumps with mine. We are barely even touching, but the way she’s looking up at me with her soft green eyes and her parted red lips, I find my heartbeat accelerating and my focus honed down to just her.
“Had I known you were waiting for me,” I continue, my voice almost a whisper now, “I would have kissed you the moment you first defied me.”
Her lids flutter shut as I close the distance between us, with my own following suit when my lips brush hers.
She smells fruity and sweet, like the cheryk scrolls she so loves in the mornings, and as she moves hesitantly against me, just a soft brush of skin on skin, I decide that she tastes even sweeter.
Warm, and soft, and smooth. Her lips are everything I had imagined they would be.
When I break the kiss gently, I tighten my hold around her waist, as if to compensate for the loss, and she blinks her eyes open with a little hiccupping breath. I am tempted once more to smile. Her expression is dazed, her lips still parted and looking somehow redder than before, and I move my fingers from her jaw to brush against her temple.
“Vahadr?” Her voice is breathy and quiet.
“Yes?”
And then she launches herself at me.
