[ she could pull back, could easily break out of his arms, put distance between them, but—
she doesn't.
his lips press to hers again, and she meets him with that same gentleness, that tentative hesitation and warmth as her fingers slip from his cheek to knot in his hair. not pulling at him, not trying to drag him away, but anchoring herself.
the kiss lingers, soft and sweet, and she pulls away just to breathe. she doesn't go far, instead brushing her nose against his, as something of a smile starts to tug at her lips.
and once more, with a faint, near-laugh in her voice: ]
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she doesn't.
his lips press to hers again, and she meets him with that same gentleness, that tentative hesitation and warmth as her fingers slip from his cheek to knot in his hair. not pulling at him, not trying to drag him away, but anchoring herself.
the kiss lingers, soft and sweet, and she pulls away just to breathe. she doesn't go far, instead brushing her nose against his, as something of a smile starts to tug at her lips.
and once more, with a faint, near-laugh in her voice: ]
Querido.