[ Look, he wanted to make sure they were on the same page here first!!!
But evidently they must be, because he's getting lost in the sound of her voice again, in the sweet words she's saying that play like music to his ears, in the sudden, warm sweep of her fingers over his. He gasps outright at the feeling of it. Yes, it may be a simple gesture, but it's so much more than that. It's...delightful, in every way, her fingers so soft that it makes his tingle. It's so nice in so many ways and has yet another laugh bubbling out of him, irresistible. ]
I-I'm, um - glad we s-see eye to eye on this!
[ And then he looks into her eyes again, his hand turning beneath hers and threading their fingers together. It's so good, and perhaps it's just the warm feeling in his chest talking, but so perfect, too, how easily their fingers slip between each other's. Like it's a perfect fit.
But he gets the sense of that by touch alone, because his eyes still haven't left hers. He swallows against a dizzying, honey-sweet feeling in his throat, eyes traveling the short distance to her lips.
For a...pretty long moment, he lets his gaze linger there, at the curl of her lips, the shape of them, contemplating how soft they must be while his stomach bunches up in knots. He doesn't catch how his eyes have lidded, how the fire crackling is the only sound he can hear, until a few heartbeats more, and his gaze snaps back up to her eyes again. ]
U-um - we should -
[ IS DINNER READY YET, he needs a distraction, or something, before he does something crazy. Like kiss her. Which would be crazy. Totally crazy. You don't kiss on the first date!!!
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But evidently they must be, because he's getting lost in the sound of her voice again, in the sweet words she's saying that play like music to his ears, in the sudden, warm sweep of her fingers over his. He gasps outright at the feeling of it. Yes, it may be a simple gesture, but it's so much more than that. It's...delightful, in every way, her fingers so soft that it makes his tingle. It's so nice in so many ways and has yet another laugh bubbling out of him, irresistible. ]
I-I'm, um - glad we s-see eye to eye on this!
[ And then he looks into her eyes again, his hand turning beneath hers and threading their fingers together. It's so good, and perhaps it's just the warm feeling in his chest talking, but so perfect, too, how easily their fingers slip between each other's. Like it's a perfect fit.
But he gets the sense of that by touch alone, because his eyes still haven't left hers. He swallows against a dizzying, honey-sweet feeling in his throat, eyes traveling the short distance to her lips.
For a...pretty long moment, he lets his gaze linger there, at the curl of her lips, the shape of them, contemplating how soft they must be while his stomach bunches up in knots. He doesn't catch how his eyes have lidded, how the fire crackling is the only sound he can hear, until a few heartbeats more, and his gaze snaps back up to her eyes again. ]
U-um - we should -
[ IS DINNER READY YET, he needs a distraction, or something, before he does something crazy. Like kiss her. Which would be crazy. Totally crazy. You don't kiss on the first date!!!
(This was Iggy's advice, probably.) ]