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The wind whips past them in the dead of night, blowing their hair this way and that. She shivers against him and huddles closer, the movement so slight that it is almost imperceptible. He stares down at her silently, watching her gaze off to the streets below with her lashes fluttering and the city lights glimmering behind her. She is so beautiful. Her tiara glints in the moonlight and he reaches up to touch his gloved fingers to it, grazing the metal with all the force of a feather. She shuts her eyes and breathes out a little sigh.
“We should get back to the others.” Her voice is quiet and composed. Resigned.
He says nothing in reply. Just lowers his hand to cup her cheek, then stoops down to kiss her. Her lips are soft, and sweet, and he is tempted to kiss her again the second they pull apart. His hand lingers on her soft skin, reluctant to leave. He feels her smile before he sees it. She reaches up to wipe at the corner of his mouth with her thumb, gentle as she is amused, and he almost feels like a child again. Her hand falls away, but not before he spots a blur of lipstick.
He smiles, a bit helplessly. She holds his gaze, her eyes blue and breathtaking. A million thoughts cross his mind in that moment, all equally pathetic, and he leans in for another kiss.