Caught off guard, Oliver was still on a tirade when Verity's lips collided with his. It took him a moment to recognise the warmth flooding his world once more, his heart settling in to its proper space and size. Strange, how she could calm him with the slightest touch, or set him ablaze with a smile.
Falling into the kiss, Oliver's hands returned to her cheeks, cupping her face gently and urging her mouth to part beneath his. She fit so well there, in his arms, kissing him in the snow.