The giggles gradually lightened as Cyrus looked down at her, his lips curved in a smile. His dark eyes were absolutely captivating, and the longer she stared into them the more the laughter subsided until she was staring up at him in all seriousness. She had always found him handsome, but now with the moonlight haloing his head it seemed to make him even more irresistible. Slowly her eyes slipped down to his lips, far too plush and supple to belong to such a ruggedly handsome man.
She giggled again at the direction her thoughts were going. What was she thinking? It was only one date, all she had to do was get through it and then move past this little incidence in her life. Makayla would return to the simple, boring life that she hid within, a life that was lonely but safe. But they were locked in place and no matter how her head told her to stop, it was the furthest action she wanted to take. Lifting her head slightly she hesitated, tentatively closing the distance between their lips before she finally, shyly pressed her lips to his.