She rested in the cradle of his arms as he spoke, blinking hard at his words, holding her tongue through his short speech, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. Wordlessly she nodded, blinking even harder as he asked her, overcome by how she felt. As he pulled away from the chaste kiss, she followed, rising up on her toes, her lips pressing hard against his, tongue darting along the seam of his lips. There was no way he was getting away from her with that little kiss after telling her he felt the same way. Her hands squeezed his, her palms pressing against his, body flush aganst his, wanting to feel him, reassure herself that he was real, what he had said was real.