The smirk turns into a grin. I want to kiss her on the forehead, to just brush my lips against her skin as a reassurance to both of us that this is real, that we’re safe and warm. I know I shouldn’t. But slowly, I move closer to her and do just that, pressing my lips against her soft skin. Her breath hitches. I draw back and close my eyes, wondering if she’s about to slap me across the face or knee me in the crotch. When she does neither, it warms me even more than the food and the fire.
this would be cute if he wasn’t acting like such a creep beforehand
