Laura was all of half a step out of the room when she felt Tory’s hand on her arm. Pausing she looked at him over her shoulder waiting to see what he would do or say next. When asked if they had to leave so soon she shook her head and turned fully around to face him. She found his expression intriguing and closed some of the distance between them. “Not unless you want to leave.” She murmured softly.
If she were to interpret his expression she would have to say that he looked like he might want to repeat their interaction beneath the mistletoe. In way that was worrisome to her, she said never again at the end of last year. No more faie boys. Ironic really, seeing as she was standing in a room with a faie boy nearly six months later. Yet at the same time she felt better that she wasn’t entirely alone in thinking that way. For several seconds she waited to see if maybe Tory would take the initiative to kiss her again, when he didn’t though she felt a panicky flutter rise in her stomach. Maybe she’d interpreted his expression wrong, maybe Tory didn’t want to kiss her again at all.
Laura tried however to shake those thoughts from her mind, or at the very least push them back from the dark depths they’d sprung from. Raising her freehand Laura pushed a few strands of hair back behind her ear. She was just about to start rambling when she caught herself, mouth slightly open, and quickly pressed her lips together and then covered it up as best she could with a smile; feeling like an idiot. Forcing herself to calm down she rationalized the situation into two choices: she could kiss him and see how he reacted or politely excuse herself to have her brother get ready so they could go skating. The first was more impulsive and involved a bit of a risk but then she sort of doubted their kiss by the door would have been quite the same as it had if he didn’t feel at least something toward her. She couldn’t exactly live on the safe side forever could she, everyone kept telling her to live a little as it was lately.
Steeling herself, Laura closed the last of the distance between them. In all the romantic comedies she watched this was usually where the girl said some kind of witty line but her mind was blank beyond what she was currently planning. Standing up a little on her toes (it sucked being only 5’4”) Laura pressed her lips to his in a very tentative kiss, hoping that he wouldn’t push her away and kiss her back instead.