[The answer is yes, and she feels reasonably certain of it--but the fact that he asks gives her a moment's pause. That is new, and it is satisfactory, something that has only ever come from Matthias. She looks at him a moment longer, wanting to keep the memory of it to unravel in private later: that bubbling hope in his eyes, the way he'd touched his mouth to ensure it was still there.]
I would like that.
[Wanting to kiss her is different from wanting her to kiss him--at least to begin with. So she waits, head tilting up slightly, her gaze still tight on his.]
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I would like that.
[Wanting to kiss her is different from wanting her to kiss him--at least to begin with. So she waits, head tilting up slightly, her gaze still tight on his.]