Immediately noticing how much more fervently Dominic was kissing her, Eveline stretched up to her tip toes to meet his lips with more pressure. She still couldn't believe this was happening. Dominic was lucky he was such a good kisser or she might have told him off a long time ago. Or perhaps she wouldn't have. Perhaps this connection had nothing to do with how good of a kisser he was, or the way that he instinctively knew how she liked to be held; maybe it was just him? Eveline refused to acknowledge this reality, but she felt a flash of warmth surge through her as she kissed him more and more.
Feeling his hands in her hair, Eveline smiled despite their kissing. He liked her hair, she could already tell. It was nice, she would admit that. Eveline's cheeks began to ache from forcing her lips out of a smile and into a kiss. Finally, she pulled away, grinning. She wanted to nuzzle him or something, which didn't seem appropriate all considering their situation. Snuggling was something girlfriends forced their boyfriends to do, not something two people who happened to have kissed in dark hallways did. Instead, she giggled and rubbed the tip of her nose against his for a second.
Later, she would be mortified for giggling. Giggling was what school girls did, or what girls did when they couldn't control their emotions, and that was one thing Eveline was sure she had grip on: her emotions. Of course, Dominic was running her ragged as she tried to deny how she felt about him, but she was still convinced: she was better than him, and this would ruin her.
Looking at him rather fondly, Eveline pecked kisses on his lips, unwilling to stay put. She was having fun anyway, and that was a rare enough event in it self. She had forgotten what it felt like to laugh.