Snippet #1405696

Allaysa tried not to smile as their kiss broke apart, instead she kept a flirtatious smirk dancing across her lips. She knew her cheeks were probably red, and her lips were on fire. Then she got self conscious. What if I suck at kissing? Oh no. Allaysa shook herself out of the rut she had put herself in for the moment.

"Guess it's official now," he murmured, running a hand through his hair. "And I don't know a thing about you yet." What did he mean he didn't know a thing about her? The night before she practically spilled her life story to him, but maybe that wasn't what he meant exactly.

Allaysa fixed her dress that had made its way slightly up her leg during the kiss before saying anything. "Well, what do you want to know?" She cocked her head to one side, letting her dark straight hair come untucked from behind her ear. She took another moment to rearrange herself like Aloysius had done, noticing the moment was over, and the feelings had all but vanished from the air, except her lips were still yearning for something more.