[ Her voice comes out a bit fainter, somewhat of a mumble.
Try as she might to appear confident, matters such as these are still unfamiliar to Mona. She spent a majority of her time studying, after all. Even she could not have foreseen a future where she'd end up in a situation like this, lip-locked with a stranger in an elevator, goaded on by three animated paintings.
She's looking up at him, now, the bright, luminescent green of her eyes upturned as he gently places a hand on her shoulder. Then, his palm slides up further to caress her cheek. Goodness, if Mona weren't red before, she certainly is now. She wonders if the sound of her heart pounding is audible to everyone in this small room.
Gaku soon closes the remaining distance between them, lowering his head down enough to, with a distinct tenderness, seal their lips together.
Oh.
Mona can't stifle the little noise she makes from that slight pressure, instinctively reaching out to curl her fingers into the front of his shirt. She clutches him there and tries her best to ignore the soft giggles and coos from beside them. This kiss—it's important that she does it right. ]
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[ Her voice comes out a bit fainter, somewhat of a mumble.
Try as she might to appear confident, matters such as these are still unfamiliar to Mona. She spent a majority of her time studying, after all. Even she could not have foreseen a future where she'd end up in a situation like this, lip-locked with a stranger in an elevator, goaded on by three animated paintings.
She's looking up at him, now, the bright, luminescent green of her eyes upturned as he gently places a hand on her shoulder. Then, his palm slides up further to caress her cheek. Goodness, if Mona weren't red before, she certainly is now. She wonders if the sound of her heart pounding is audible to everyone in this small room.
Gaku soon closes the remaining distance between them, lowering his head down enough to, with a distinct tenderness, seal their lips together.
Oh.
Mona can't stifle the little noise she makes from that slight pressure, instinctively reaching out to curl her fingers into the front of his shirt. She clutches him there and tries her best to ignore the soft giggles and coos from beside them. This kiss—it's important that she does it right. ]