[ Hector gives a tiny ghost of a chuckle at the approval, and for no more than a second, he only stares up at Yael.
Why is he so nervous?
They're so close anyway, it doesn't require Hector to do much to close the distance. Except unlike Yael, Hector reaches to cup his hand on Yael's jaw; his eyes drop to his lips, then fall shut; unconsciously, he stands on his toes. The kiss is considerably deeper than what Hector got, and lingers quite a bit longer.
Yael might be a taken man (it's been a week?), but Hector doesn't know this.
He falls back on his heels (embarrassing) and grins up at the other. Still no flush on his cheeks, though, you're imagining things. ]
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Why is he so nervous?
They're so close anyway, it doesn't require Hector to do much to close the distance. Except unlike Yael, Hector reaches to cup his hand on Yael's jaw; his eyes drop to his lips, then fall shut; unconsciously, he stands on his toes. The kiss is considerably deeper than what Hector got, and lingers quite a bit longer.
Yael might be a taken man (it's been a week?), but Hector doesn't know this.
He falls back on his heels (embarrassing) and grins up at the other. Still no flush on his cheeks, though, you're imagining things. ]
That's how you do a birthday kiss.