As Clara advanced, she was so close Sara could feel her breath. She licked her lips but otherwise didn't move. She was sure that if the table wasn't between them that they wouldn't have been able to stay...civil as long.
"I believe we both are." Sara spoke softly. She herself was thinking about kissing the older girl. Her eyes locked onto Clara's. For what seemed like the thousandth time that evening.
Reaching out, Sara apprehensively brushed a strand of hair away from Clara's face. Bringing her lips closer to Clara's, but didn't quite give in, just kept watching Clara.