Re: Eleanor & Gaspard & Open
Eleanor smiled up at him. He had such a lovely smile, she thought, especially when there was no hidden agenda or mischief behind it. Or maybe it was just because he was smiling at her, for her, rather than because he had flustered her?
His lips were so soft, his kiss so gentle and perfect, and his hand on her cheek so warm. “Happy New Year, Gaspard,” she told him, the cacophony around them nothing but a bubble surrounding them right now, as her hand came up to rest on top of his. “And happy birthday.”