Tanek & Clara
A light blush covered Clara's cheeks. Taking compliments did not come naturally to her. She never expected them. "And I must be talking to the nicest guy."
Clara parted her lips, tempted to deepen the kiss. A twinge of guilt stopped her. Her hand dropped from his cheek to his shoulder, as she pulled away from the kiss. He was too high; it made her feel like she was taking advantage.