"I don't want to," he replied, and the words came easily. It was the truth-- in this moment he wanted nothing more than to savor her company. The situation, now that it had finally arrived, hardly felt real. "Can I kiss you again?"

It wasn't like Parisa had looked particularly distant, but Feo's enthusiasm filled her eyes with light. Her nose wrinkled in a faint smile as she nodded her assent as he leaned in for another kiss.

He clasped her face in his hands and closed the gap between their lips, hyperaware of her warmth pressed into him. Her perfumed scent filled his lungs, and he couldn’t get enough.

Pari laughed a little as she pulled away slowly, lacing her hands around his neck. "You're acting like you've never done this before."

Feo raised his eyebrows, just a little. "What's that supposed to mean?" His voice was on the fence, allowing her a chance to clarify before he took offense.

She leaned up to kiss him. "You're eager, that's all!"

"Well, yeah, I'm eager," he stumbled over his words. "You're gorgeous."

"And somehow it took you this long to realize." she sighed dramatically. "I'd kick you, but I like sitting here."

"No..." he confessed softly, his breath kissing the tender skin of her jaw. "I realized."

She grinned again, tugging at the hem of his shirt. "So are you going to keep this on, or..?"