"You're welcome," she bit her lower lip and chewed on it a bit but never once broke the hold she had upon his eyes. What he said before was lost to her now. His preference for her eyes was nothing new to her. Everyone said that about the Moon girls but her especially. As if somehow she was gifted with the most obvious Moon eyes. They were so blue they were practically like weather, clear and bright as if they could glow in the dark.
She blinked, blushed and lowered her glass once more so she could lift that cool hand up to touch his cheek with her fingers. Very gingerly she touched on a dark strand of his hair and somewhere inside herself she could hear Lizette's voice practically screaming, 'do it, just do it, you're such a scaredy cat!'
"Tristan?" her voice came out so soft it almost didn't sound like it belonged to her. "You know, you could very well kiss me right now and I think I'd rather enjoy it."