[The kiss isn't really a surprise. She knows it's coming. But the way it feels is definitely unexpected. It's like every inch of her sings to feel more of him, the hunger in his kiss reflected in the way she presses up against him, hands grabbing hold of his shirt. They're doing this right out in the open, and she doesn't care.
All she cares about is the fact that her heart is racing, and she feels alive for the first time in years. She kisses him like she's desperate to have him close to her, like she's afraid he might slip away if she pulls back.]
It's been a while. [It's easier somehow if they put forward the pretense that they're actually going to see the trailer. But she's drunk enough that she doesn't really need to pretend. She's all about not thinking and just letting her body guide her tonight.]
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All she cares about is the fact that her heart is racing, and she feels alive for the first time in years. She kisses him like she's desperate to have him close to her, like she's afraid he might slip away if she pulls back.]
It's been a while. [It's easier somehow if they put forward the pretense that they're actually going to see the trailer. But she's drunk enough that she doesn't really need to pretend. She's all about not thinking and just letting her body guide her tonight.]
We should go see what your bedroom looks like.