The kiss comes out of the blue - and he doesn’t see it coming, despite the fact that he’s been angling for this for months, literally following her around the world, pulling out all the stops, wringing out every drop of suave and smooth and flirtatious and convincing he has in him. It’s never quite seemed to stick. Until now.
The quick press of her lips against his steals his breath away, and he feels for a moment like he’s drowning, half-hoping he’s never coming back up, before she’s pulling away, her fingers dropping to his to tangle them loosely together for the first time ever. There’s a faint but decidedly smug smile on her face as she turns away, tugging him along as she walks further down the pier.
A smile spreads slowly across his face as he trails behind, then takes a few jogging steps to catch up with her, adjusting his grip on her hand so that their fingers lace more snugly together. Okay, so they’re not talking about what just happened.
