Anon cups Cheerilee's face in his hands and closes the rest of the gap between them, eagerly pressing his lips to her own. She lightly moans as both close their eyes and lean further into the other. They begin to embrace, neither breaking their passionate kiss. Their faces grow flushed, but the evening breeze prevents them from getting too hot. Thus, the two of them stay like that for a long while, the quiet-yet-burning love in the air seen by none but the skittish creatures of the garden. 