There was a beat of surprise. A beat of staring at his own mildly shocked expression before her own burst into absolutely tickled joy.
She might stop laughing by the time the song ended. She might stop laughing by the time she leaned to plant a firm kiss on his cheek, leaving a bright red form of lips behind.
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She might stop laughing by the time the song ended. She might stop laughing by the time she leaned to plant a firm kiss on his cheek, leaving a bright red form of lips behind.
But probably not. Which wasn't a bad thing.