21. Magic
His eyes ask permission before he leans in.
She forgets all the reasons she should refuse.
This is no cosmic collision, no star-spun tale. This is the warmth of a passing moonbeam. A whisper in the dark. A fall without landing. She can't recall a time when loss of control didn't make her feel small, helpless. She can recall the thrill of wind at her back, tassels in hand, soaring, tumbling with the slightest touch. A feeling like escapeāor coming home.
It's over before she realizes her feet never left the ground.
Still feels like flying.
A/N: Can we all just agree that Carpet is a total bro for basically orchestrating their first kiss?
