He barely let her finish her words before he put his lips to hers. He kissed her, gently at first, lingering over the taste of her with the peach. She was soft against his mouth, and he pulled back after he kissed her for a moment, ever intent on kissing her more.
He moved so that he was closer to her, next to her, and his right hand went behind her while his left hand moved to trace the curve of her right cheek. Neville leaned in again, and this time, kissed her longer, his eyes closing as he let himself get lost in the moment with her.