[ She smiles against his lips when he leans in and kisses her again. He’s...pretty perfect and how exactly is she supposed to fight against that? She’s not. Nor does she really want to, even if a part of her is still a little hesitant. ]
Has anyone ever told you that you’re a dork, Henry Mills?
[ She has her arms wrapped loosely around his waist and their lips are still brushing as she talks. ]
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Has anyone ever told you that you’re a dork, Henry Mills?
[ She has her arms wrapped loosely around his waist and their lips are still brushing as she talks. ]
I like it.