Lily nipped at his bottom lip gently as she felt him begin to pull away from her. She didn’t want to let him go, this had been a prominent daydream for her since she was fourteen, and it only gotten worse when she was around him in the village. She ran a hand gently through his hair, her manicured finger nails lightly scrapping against his scalp. Lily’s heart was pounding in her chest as she stared at him, practically holding her breath and waiting for him to begin giving her reasons why they shouldn’t do that ever again. Lily wanted to do it again, she wanted to kiss him until she couldn’t breathe, she’d wanted it since she was younger.
She shifted herself, more centered over him, relishing in the feel of his body against hers. Her hands moved up, to place her hands on either side of his face softly. Her eyes didn’t drift from his, practically begging him not to tell her no. “Scor?”