[ and the stars aren't all he's feeling as he takes in her scent, the light fragrance of her shampoo. She was more then cotton candy. She was sugar and light and a steel rod all at once. If lightening were to strike, he wouldn't care. He'd just keep on standing right next to her.
But, even sweet kisses must come to an end and with a slow lick of his lips, he yielded. ]
Keep kissing me like that and I'll have to take you home.
[ but he wouldn't. Not that way. She was one of the few true friends he's made in a long, long time indeed. And his friends usually died. ]