[That flicker of a smile triggers one of his own, nothing more than a subtle tug at the corners of his mouth but still enough to classify as a smile. He untangles an arm and lifts his free hand to brush some of her hair back, thumb brushing over her cheek as he lets it sink down to rest against her neck. He can feel the steady beat of her pulse against his palm, and right now that's the best feeling in the world.
He hesitates for just a moment, before leaning forward to brush his lips against her. Soft, gentle, barely a kiss at all.]