[She's not the only girl he knows anymore. That's good, she knows, logically, that's a good thing, because it makes them being here now mean more. The thought of him with that Grace girl still annoys her, but the thought slips away from her like fog. There are better things to focus on: his lips against hers, the taste of him, the way it seems he's missed kissing her the way she's missed kissing him.
She'd pretend to not remember, but she knows: they haven't kissed, haven't even been together like this, really, since her mother showed up.
But they're not talking about before, so she's not going to think about it.
When he cups her face she deepens the kiss, and lets her hands wander up; one hooks around his shoulder, fingers curling into his shirt, and the other finds the back of his neck, brushing against the short hairs there. Why did she stay away so long? It suddenly seems stupid, now.]
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She'd pretend to not remember, but she knows: they haven't kissed, haven't even been together like this, really, since her mother showed up.
But they're not talking about before, so she's not going to think about it.
When he cups her face she deepens the kiss, and lets her hands wander up; one hooks around his shoulder, fingers curling into his shirt, and the other finds the back of his neck, brushing against the short hairs there. Why did she stay away so long? It suddenly seems stupid, now.]