[ She isn't half bad herself. Quite good, actually, and Midnight's spoiled for choice. When she pulls away, he does too, but only halfway. His hands had drifted up to cup her face, like he was taking a sip of water. Thirsty, as one might say.
He looks down at her lips again, sure, but then up to her eyes, thumb brushing up at her cheek as he smiles at her, lopsided. ]
Didn't miss that one. How about you?
[ It was a good kiss, sure, but nothing that should be reordering the planets or anything. Is Miss Constantine all right? ]
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He looks down at her lips again, sure, but then up to her eyes, thumb brushing up at her cheek as he smiles at her, lopsided. ]
Didn't miss that one. How about you?
[ It was a good kiss, sure, but nothing that should be reordering the planets or anything. Is Miss Constantine all right? ]