As far as a first kiss went, it borderline barely counted. Just a warm press to the corner of his lips and then it was over. Fleeting and soft as it was, Carson could only blink down at her in surprise, the nervous jumble in his stomach and chest churning double time, and all at once it hit him that this was real. He really was on a date with a beautiful girl who for whatever insane reason seemed to like him, he really was hopelessly charmed by her, and somehow she seemed as into it as he was.
It was boggling.
"All or nothing," he agreed, a tad stupidly with a glance down at the red swell of her mouth. He was hit with the sudden desire to not let it go easily, to not just sit back and be complacent, and that if anything, he wanted a real kiss. That he could have a real kiss. Fuck it, he thought. I made it this far without fucking up.
Dipping down he pressed a soft firm press to her lips, lingering only a moment before standing back upright and clearing his throat. His heartbeat seemed intent on performing some sort of drum solo, but he maintained a collected demeanor. "So. More guitars or time for greasy foodcourt pizza?"
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Date: 2016-06-21 06:18 pm (UTC)It was boggling.
"All or nothing," he agreed, a tad stupidly with a glance down at the red swell of her mouth. He was hit with the sudden desire to not let it go easily, to not just sit back and be complacent, and that if anything, he wanted a real kiss. That he could have a real kiss. Fuck it, he thought. I made it this far without fucking up.
Dipping down he pressed a soft firm press to her lips, lingering only a moment before standing back upright and clearing his throat. His heartbeat seemed intent on performing some sort of drum solo, but he maintained a collected demeanor. "So. More guitars or time for greasy foodcourt pizza?"