“Spontaneous, yeah?” he whispers against my lips, and I smile as my hand lifts, resting along the back of his neck like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Because, strangely enough, it feels that way: natural. “Yeah,” I whisper back, and then his warm lips are pressing to mine, a smile caught up in our first kiss like the jovial, goofy man genuinely can’t keep it out, even in this moment.
