So in this case, not making fun of her was definitely the right choice.
She can probably feel his fingers press into her skin and hear his quick inhale--out of surprise more than anything. She'd made it pretty clear that she wasn't interested in this sort of thing earlier; even with her holding his hand and touching his hair (those don't count), he didn't see this coming.
He's still confused when she pulls back, not entirely sure what to say. But one thing is unquestionably obvious--with a kiss like that, she's given him an invitation.
"You're..." Welcome. You're welcome. You're--oh, fuck it. "You're a way better kisser already."
Which is all he says before he kisses her back, just as hard. His hand slides to her back so that he can pull her closer to himself, determined to at least keep up the point that he is the better kisser in this relationship.
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She can probably feel his fingers press into her skin and hear his quick inhale--out of surprise more than anything. She'd made it pretty clear that she wasn't interested in this sort of thing earlier; even with her holding his hand and touching his hair (those don't count), he didn't see this coming.
He's still confused when she pulls back, not entirely sure what to say. But one thing is unquestionably obvious--with a kiss like that, she's given him an invitation.
"You're..." Welcome. You're welcome. You're--oh, fuck it. "You're a way better kisser already."
Which is all he says before he kisses her back, just as hard. His hand slides to her back so that he can pull her closer to himself, determined to at least keep up the point that he is the better kisser in this relationship.