[ Dutch smiles. Kissing him is at the forefront of her mind, like it’s the only thing she can think about, but somehow she holds off just a little bit longer. ]
My hair? [ Her free hand reaches up to touch it. The saltwater has caused it to dry in nice waves, a look that would have taken time to replicate artificially. Her mouth spreads into a grin. He’s such a sweetheart, so charming in such a unique way. Dutch doesn’t think she’s ever met anyone quite like Steve. Everything she told him when he was small was true. He feels like home to her - home before the vampires showed up. Her friends were all wilder than him, but somehow that’s why she likes him so much. It’s all part of why fighting the urge to kiss him is increasingly more difficult.
So, what does she do? She caves. Almost.
Dutch tilts her head slightly and leans in, barely kissing him at all. Instead, their lips just graze each other. She feels his breath on her mouth, but she takes her time, holding off on doing anything more than that. ]
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My hair? [ Her free hand reaches up to touch it. The saltwater has caused it to dry in nice waves, a look that would have taken time to replicate artificially. Her mouth spreads into a grin. He’s such a sweetheart, so charming in such a unique way. Dutch doesn’t think she’s ever met anyone quite like Steve. Everything she told him when he was small was true. He feels like home to her - home before the vampires showed up. Her friends were all wilder than him, but somehow that’s why she likes him so much. It’s all part of why fighting the urge to kiss him is increasingly more difficult.
So, what does she do? She caves. Almost.
Dutch tilts her head slightly and leans in, barely kissing him at all. Instead, their lips just graze each other. She feels his breath on her mouth, but she takes her time, holding off on doing anything more than that. ]