Melinda Bobbin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _melinda_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Melinda’s breath hitched slightly in the back of her throat when the kiss deepened. Her hand came up to touch Oliver’s on her throat as she arched into his touch. The rational part of her told her to keep her head about her, to keep in mind that just because man showed you London at night from a bird’s eye view, it didn’t mean that she have to give in and that it had probably been done thousands of times before. Which was all true, but nobody had ever done this for her. Oliver had. And he had been funny and sweet, had given her a pretty comb for her hair, calling her beautiful and was turning out to be quite a bit more romantic than she had imagined. In Melinda’s mind, no sane girl would turn that down.
The need for air had her pull back a little, her soft sigh filled with regret as she stood back down on her flat feet. “I don’t want to, but we should probably go back,” she said quietly, her disappointment clear in her eyes and voice, though she soon sent him a hopeful look when she tilted her head slightly. “Do you think maybe we could pick this up later?”