Eveline sighed into their kiss, somehow put at ease now that they were settled and comfortable. No more cold stone, no more risk of someone happening upon them, just them, spending time together. That, in itself, was strange, but Eveline was growing to accept it, at least for the time being. She gently bit his lower lip, tugging and sucking on it very briefly before breaking the kiss entirely. He would need to earn more attention tonight.
Not sure what she had been expecting him to do, Eveline's eyes shot to the hand on her knee, trying to decipher how she felt about it. As far as she could tell she liked him touching her bare skin. She expected some sort of icy hands, but his hands felt nice against her smooth skin and she moved her legs slightly as she rubbed her feet together and eventually crossed her legs at the ankles. This was comfortable, even if it was unusual for people in their specific arrangement. However, the actual definition of said arrangement was becoming drown right confusing for Eveline. What did she want? A hot boy to kiss and have lavish her with attention was always welcome, but she rarely thought of them afterward and she couldn't ever remember wanting to see any of them more than once. Neither of those things were true of Dominic.
When he began playing along, Eveline beamed. As he wrote back onto her hand, she looked away, wanting to guess. Truly she was rather skilled at this game. Her aunt poppy could barely see or hear, so they often communicated in this way, rather than use sign language which was pressed into the palm. When he finished, she murmured softly, "Blue," so he knew she got it. She continued to look away as he wrote on her palm, grinning all the way. It took her a moment to decide before she took his hand back. S-P-A-G-H-E-T-T-I, she wrote, before looking suddenly embarrassed. What a terrible give away of her economic status! Her favorite food so simple as spaghetti. She was too embarrassed in fact to ask what his favorite was and instead shifted topics. A rather devilish smile came to her face as she began writing her next sentence F-A-V F-E-A-T-U-R-E O-N M-E?