Re: Third Class ; Dining
As far as first kisses went, the lost boy could have done considerably worse. It was as a first kiss should have been. True affection, a bit of shyness, just enough timidness so neither felt intimidated by the action. And he was certainly just as nervous and timid as she was, though he never would have been so bold to turn to kiss her if she hadn't done it first.
When her lips pressed to his, the lost boy made a sound of surprise, just a murmur that was quickly dampened down when she didn't pull away as soon as it started. Eyes closed, his stomach full of butterflies that fluttered and flapped, he returned the kiss. His shoulders pulled down slightly as some of the tension escaped him, and eventually, he was bold enough to reach up to touch his fingers to her cheek, where his lips had rested only moments prior. It felt better than he could have imagined, warmth and sunshine wrapped up in a single gesture, and it made him wonder why he had not done something like this before.
Or maybe he had. It was difficult to tell with the way his memories were so fractured and bent.
The lost boy shifted a little closer, parted his lips to touch his tongue to her bottom lip, a silent, shy request for permission.