[ For how coy Hector looks when Yael steps in close, he, once again, isn't really expecting a kiss that chaste. He blinks rapidly, not quite sure if he should keep them open or closed, but it's over before he can make up his mind. His hand drops, never finding a perch, and he stares up at Yael, wide-eyed.
What the fuck? ]
That doesn't really count as a one-night stand. [ He shoves Yael playfully. At least that's the intent. His mouth twists into a lopsided smile. ] But I'll take it.
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What the fuck? ]
That doesn't really count as a one-night stand. [ He shoves Yael playfully. At least that's the intent. His mouth twists into a lopsided smile. ] But I'll take it.
[ Faint flush on his cheeks? Nah. ]