“His hand slipped around the back of her neck and pulled her in close. their eyes met. He stopped; his brows knitted.
He was waiting for her permission because he couldn't be sure if Hermia's refusal mirrored Joan's own and wouldn't push her if it did.
She pressed forward, closed the distance between them, and answered him with a kiss.”
―
Brittany N. Williams,
That Self-Same Metal