You're a force to be reckoned with. Trust me. I'm aware.
[The warmth of her lips touch his cheek and his entire body freezes from shock. He didn't think she'd actually do it, but she had. Eyes widen to glance down into her face but she hasn't pulled far enough away from him. The touch of the skin of her fingers dance across his chest and he is completely lost.
Every single muscle in his body is aware of her, his normal self-control shredded as his own hands reach out for her to rest on her waist. The fabric under his fingers of a quality she was probably used to within the walls of the castle, but he can't help but stroke his hands over a few inches of the fabric. Touching her.]
It's soft.
[She's soft, is what he's really thinking. The complete opposite of himself right now. He shouldn't be doing this, he knows, but he can't help it.]