She heard the sharp quickness with which his laughter died out like the buzz of a bee the instant it was hit with a swatter. She felt slightly bad for the depth of her question, especially once he'd responded. Temporarily. A band-aid that would help the night be less shit but wouldn't do much good for the rest of the week or any length of time thereafter. Temporarily, though, was something.
Daphne watched him with quiet intensity as he slipped off of his stool and stepped closer to her. As his hand caressed her cheek, she found herself noting the gentleness with which he touched her. She compared it immediately to Tracey's touches. It was different because his hands were larger, more masculine, and yet so similar in the way that the touch birthed goosebumps along her neck. The pause stretched out like a canyon that she could have filled up with uncertainty, fear, and disapproval but she didn't. Instead, Daphne found herself just waiting for the kiss that she knew was coming. She was curious about the way that he would taste, the way his lips would feel, and if there would be electricity that she'd only found thus far with Tracey.
When he finally made contact, she closed her eyes. She could taste his drink on his lips, feel the warmth of his breath against her mouth, and a softness that she hadn't honestly expected. She couldn't say that there was electricity, but Daphne would be lying if she didn't acknowledge the little spark that made her lips tingle. Daphne found herself smiling a little against his mouth before the kiss had really completed, a tiny sprinkling of laughter muffled by the kiss. "Your lips are so soft," she whispered.