With a slight pull at his face and a rise onto her toes, she pressed her lips against his, the kiss gentle yet lingering in the way first kisses were meant to feel like.
Antony's mind went blank, his eyes blown wide instead of closing tightly like the girl whose hands were now resting so gently against his face and whose lips were exploring unhurriedly yet invitingly what his lips tasted like.
If dancing freed his body, producing music freed his mind, then perhaps the best way to describe how kissing felt to him right now was a soft, refined touch capable of freeing his heart.
His mind was no longer holding the reins now, for his heart had taken over completely.
His hands came up to cup both sides of her cheeks in return on their own, lips pressing down lower and lower until they fully claimed hers, and her heels once again touched the ground.
Soon enough, his lips decided they didn't want to stop at simply grazing the softness beneath them.
