Eveline watched Dom's hand as it moved toward her face and was overcome with the urge to swat it away. He would never dream of hurting her, the consequences would be innumerable, but she thought he might poke her eye or something. Anything to be the little prat he was. And then he pushed her hair away and Eveline let go a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. His next comment made her heart feel a very strange but not all together unfamiliar sensation. It beat a little faster the longer she looked at him and her attempt to continue looking displeased was failing. It was almost a little bit sexy, but that wasn't something she would ever admit.
"Poor heart," she said with her own mock sincerity, patting the area of his chest over his heart gently, still mocking him. However, as he moved forward, Eveline didn't retract her hand and it somehow managed to stay flat against his chest. Later she would tell herself it was to maintain the proper distance, but maybe it was because she just happened to like the feeling.
Without her hearing, Eveline had trained herself to use the remaining senses to enrich her world. After all, how boring was a life without sound? She had never been asked, but it was dreadfully boring. Smell, touch, taste, they all made it a little better. Eveline could smell the cigarette on his breath so acutely she was almost tasting it and it didn't bother her. Cigarettes were gross, but Dominic was far from it. As their lips touched, Eveline's eyes closed instinctively. She over thought everything in her life and for once she forced herself to ignore the bumbling mess in her head. Her brain stalled out a little, feeling the touch of his lips on hers, but it quickly rebooted and she kissed him back. The hand which was left on his chest curled and gently gripped the bit of clothes he was wearing.
What was she doing? Now was not the time to think about it.