[ He wasn't planning on doing something impulsive like that—but that's the definition of impulsive, isn't it? Not behaving as planned. Part of him wants to process things, but at the same time, another part of him is resistant to the idea of thinking at all. ]
Okay. [ With the feeling of March's mouth still fresh on his own, her cold hand on the back of his neck, he tries to think about what he wants. What he wants to do. ]
I'd... [ March looks up at him again, a familiar smile. And Dan Heng realizes, suddenly, like it's the most normal thing in the world, that he'd like to kiss her again. But he'd also like to stick his face in her hair, and take a deep breath. ]
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Okay. [ With the feeling of March's mouth still fresh on his own, her cold hand on the back of his neck, he tries to think about what he wants. What he wants to do. ]
I'd... [ March looks up at him again, a familiar smile. And Dan Heng realizes, suddenly, like it's the most normal thing in the world, that he'd like to kiss her again. But he'd also like to stick his face in her hair, and take a deep breath. ]