[His eyes widen in surprise at first, but he soon closes them, leaning in and kissing her back in return. He's tingly all along his spine, and not just because she kissed him, but the mere idea that he was a reason for joy in someone's life was its own kind of extreme thrill. A hand slips to the back of her neck, holding her in place and massaging very lightly. When he finally lets it end, he leans his forehead against hers and mumbles softly.]
I might be biased, but that seems like a good start.
[And there's a little smile to show he's still joking even if he means it.]
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I might be biased, but that seems like a good start.
[And there's a little smile to show he's still joking even if he means it.]