Once he was tucking her hair back, she let her own hand fall again and tilted her cheek against his fingers ever so slightly. While they weren't really doing anything, it felt so intimate to her; all her past interactions with boys weren't ones she particularly liked. They weren't bad, and neither were the boys, but she had never truly liked them a lot. And now all she wanted to do was kiss him. It felt like the right thing and only seconds before, his lips were on her hand, but instead she turned away, taking a few steps as she pretended to survey some random art piece.
"Such a charmer," she commented over her shoulder.