[Oh, good, they're on the same page re: kissing, because he's been staring at her lips the whole time they were walking. By the time he's twisted around and she goes in for another, he's absolutely ready to take her for a round two — his blood's pounding in his ears (something's happening in here) and there's a mischievous little smirk on his face. Wow. Wowzers. And other embarrassing terms that should've been left in Leave it To Beaver (Peter!!!). He keeps his hands pressed against either side of the doors, lost in the feel of teeth grazing his lip. He lifts his mask. He's not sure why he does it — just knows nobody behind them can see his face, and that's enough.
He nearly whines in complaint when she butts the door open too literally, lurching forward into the cold air outside—]
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He nearly whines in complaint when she butts the door open too literally, lurching forward into the cold air outside—]