[Their lips brushed and the world tilted. The answer to that question would have to wait. She closed the distance gently, delicately, unsure of herself. If he pulled away, it was only his right. But this was... This was strange and special, and she didn't want to lose it just yet. Her eyes drifted shut as she let herself focus on the moment - how to tip her head so that their noses didn't get in the way, how the warmth and nervous, hopeful joy were rising to fill her chest, how odd this was and yet how right it could be. Her hand hesitantly settled on his wrist.]
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