Ah, kissing. A universal language, if ever there was one. There was absolutely no need to translate the feelings he had when his lips were pressed to hers and verb conjugation was the farthest thing from his mind.
He shifted ever so slightly closer to the table, so as to hide any potential reactions to being around Elodie. After all, he was a teenage boy and couldn't quite claim to have as much control over his body as he did his linguistic skills.