[ He nods when she mentions not being a pie person, and lets himself frame her face with his hand, thumb brushing under her cheekbone.
He doesn't know why - it's not fear of rejection, or worry; he's feeling calm and confident and comfortable, right now, but he still feels compelled to ask: ]
Can I --
[kiss you? goes unsaid as he leans in closer but still doesn't close the gap, even though he kissed her just before dinner. It feels more decisive, now, like a kiss could definitely lead to more, and he doesn't want to assume. ]
hush you're the best
He doesn't know why - it's not fear of rejection, or worry; he's feeling calm and confident and comfortable, right now, but he still feels compelled to ask: ]
Can I --
[ kiss you? goes unsaid as he leans in closer but still doesn't close the gap, even though he kissed her just before dinner. It feels more decisive, now, like a kiss could definitely lead to more, and he doesn't want to assume. ]