He's the one to pull away first. Maybe it's as simple as needing air, or space, or maybe he didn't actually expect for her to take him up on the offer. She could have slapped him; the thought certainly crossed her mind. Instead, her cheeks burn as soon as she feels him shifting away, and it's not anything obvious like age or lack of knowing that causes it. It's just getting left behind, even in that half a second.
When he speaks, she looks up, seeing now all the little details she didn't bother making note of earlier. Blue eyes, remarkably clear and expressive without obvious intent, framed by a furrow at the start of either brow. Not smile lines, that's for certain.
"You're insane," she says, lifting her chin, but she doesn't move from her spot on his bike, heel gripping against the road. Swallowing thickly, her cheeks still flushed and overly warm, Faye runs a hand through her hair, tucking it behind an ear. "You want another kiss, you have to tell me why."
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Date: 2013-09-12 04:43 am (UTC)When he speaks, she looks up, seeing now all the little details she didn't bother making note of earlier. Blue eyes, remarkably clear and expressive without obvious intent, framed by a furrow at the start of either brow. Not smile lines, that's for certain.
"You're insane," she says, lifting her chin, but she doesn't move from her spot on his bike, heel gripping against the road. Swallowing thickly, her cheeks still flushed and overly warm, Faye runs a hand through her hair, tucking it behind an ear. "You want another kiss, you have to tell me why."