[While Yona correctly predicted something would happen, she hadn't pictured exactly what. From one fragment of a second to the next Hak's lips are pressed to her own, gently but with so much feeling. She just know he had been wanting to do this for a while now. His steady heartbeat that mingles with her own tells her as much, too.
She had never consciously imagined what kissing Hak would be like, had barely even thought of it, too sure that he was just teasing her all those times before. Only now, as she closes her eyes and lets go, allows for herself to find out how his lips taste, does she realize how she had ignored all the signs.
How long has it been, since Hak has started to look at her like that? The way his eyes reflected her image just before he leaned in to kiss her. Like she is the only thing in the world, the only thing that matters. Yona feels much more treasured in his arms now than she ever has back at the palace.
Maybe this is what it feels like to ... The word love isn't as easy to think, even. Too long has it been used to describe someone else ... But that was different, she feels now, doubting that she ever could feel like this with someone else. Like she suddenly is whole.]