She was close again and he turned his head first to the child and then to the mother, coloring slightly but pleased at her words. He raised a hand, his free one and he smoothed his hand through her own hair, slowly, his fingers slipping through her wavy locks as he stepped closer, looking down slightly at her.
"You are the amazing one," he said as he leaned in, hesitantly, his head tilted, and he brought his mouth close to her's and paused centimeters from her, ready to bridge the small distance between them if she gave the smallest indication that she wanted to kiss him as well.