Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
Dietre had one hand on the car door, gripping tightly, the only thing keeping him from tumbling head first into the window. Any strain on his neck or back due to his position was impossible to feel, All of his everything was focused on the kiss, the warmth of Hugh’s lips and the prickling of his stubble. His heart ramped up into a giddy rhythm when the kiss was actually returned. No, there was nothing to regret about any of this.
Slim fingers were lost in Hugh’s curls and his heart was a hammer in his chest. Dietre remained where he was when Hugh pulled away to breathe, shifting so that their foreheads were pressed together, not willing to break off all contact just yet. He made a sound of amusement when Hugh finally spoke, very much relieved the man was thanking god rather than telling him off. “R-Right..”
He opened his eyes to find himself staring right into Hugh’s. Somehow that made him come over all bashful despite the fact he was the one who instigated this kiss. His cheeks were stained bright red, and he drew slowly back, his hand leaving Hugh’s hair.
“Um… Well, t-that was it. So…” He hadn’t planned further than the kiss, he wasn’t quite sure how to smoothly take his leave now that he’d done it. “Um… Bye.” He darted forward to give Hugh a last minute little peck on the cheek, and then he was making his way back to the house, stopping only once to wave from the porch.