[ The redhead, by reflex, tenses. William’s hand shifts, and she expects a swift knock against the head... but, instead, his touch is soft. Cupping her hand over his, she softly gasps as he leans inward.
Joy washes through her. It tingles along her scalp and courses through her veins. And her heart, it might burst!
Needless to say, she meets his kiss with enthusiasm; her feet still to lean her weight against him, arms encircling his neck. ]
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Joy washes through her. It tingles along her scalp and courses through her veins. And her heart, it might burst!
Needless to say, she meets his kiss with enthusiasm; her feet still to lean her weight against him, arms encircling his neck. ]