[ She looks at him and doesn't laugh because she realizes this is important to him. Yet. This had been really important to her too.
Her thumb caresses his cheek, her gaze drops down to his lips for a moment, before she straightens up, leans back a little, and drops her hand. ]
Then it doesn't count. [ Her gaze glints, but she is sincere: ] And I will look forward to your proper kiss. And you will have to forgive me my improper ones.
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Her thumb caresses his cheek, her gaze drops down to his lips for a moment, before she straightens up, leans back a little, and drops her hand. ]
Then it doesn't count. [ Her gaze glints, but she is sincere: ] And I will look forward to your proper kiss. And you will have to forgive me my improper ones.
[ See? Compromise. ]