There was a little gasp of a laugh from him at the noise she made, then he cradled her head in his palm. His tongue moved along the inside of her lower lip, but that was as much as he did, remembering that they were still in public.
He put her back down on her feet carefully, making sure that she had her balance before letting her go. Illya brushed his fingers over her cheekbones and jaw as he smiled down at her. “Moy prekrasnyy Gaby.”