( he takes her jacket — and his own — and kimberly lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. whatever formality he may have played with is gone with the rolling up of his sleeves; suddenly, black tie sans tie becomes business casual, and she can't help but smile a little at how much better she feels with the transition.
his hand on her arm helps, too. it pulls her in, closes the distance between them until her arms wrap around his waist, insecurities and nervousness drowned in a lift onto her tiptoes, a brush of her lips against the corner of his mouth, an affectionate gesture that's just this side of chaste. ) Yeah, ( breathed out in reassurance, punctuated by another kiss, this one properly aimed. ) Better now.
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his hand on her arm helps, too. it pulls her in, closes the distance between them until her arms wrap around his waist, insecurities and nervousness drowned in a lift onto her tiptoes, a brush of her lips against the corner of his mouth, an affectionate gesture that's just this side of chaste. ) Yeah, ( breathed out in reassurance, punctuated by another kiss, this one properly aimed. ) Better now.
Show me how you do this, chef.