He tried to follow after her when her when she finished her too short, too sweet kiss, but she was already talking. Ah, troublesome words, getting in the way. He could feel the warmth of her hands as she slid them up his back.
Bringing his own hands up, he cupped her cheeks, tangling his fingertips into her hair and brushing his thumbs over the fine structure of her face. "I knew you would like it." He whispered as he closed in for another kiss.
The wind swept light snow over them, a prickling of cold against the exposed back of his neck. The heat that was building between the two of them more than offset the natural cold. His lips barely brushed hers in the first kiss, but for the second he pressed harder as he kissed.