Alfie started to laugh again. They were so close that he could feel as her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. "Frilly pink dresses and glass slippers... and make up. All that stuff sucks." He clumsily brushed a piece of her hair away from her face and laughed again when his fingers somehow got caught up in her hair. "Shit, do you ever comb this thing," he teased lightly, finally prying his fingers out of her hair.
Since he had to use his other hand to successfully remove his fingers from her hair, he was now significantly closer to her than he was before, almost hugging her. And he wasn't about to move. He felt comfortable here, happy. For once, he wasn't so worried about random stupid shit happening. He could just be himself.... or a clumsier version of himself anyway. And just like that, he started to feel it.
It started in the pit of his stomach and rose up to color his cheeks. It was a good thing it was so dark, or else she would have probably thought he was getting a fever... or the chicken pox or something. But the closer he got to her, the more he wanted to do it. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to really kiss her. He wanted to make it count. And before his lips reached down to touch hers, he wondered briefly if she felt the same way.