Seis

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She was kissing him

It wasn't the first time that he'd considered that they were a possibility.

He'd thought about it sometimes, mostly as an afterthought when she did something that caught his attention without her even having to try.

He figured maybe she was trying a little this time. You can't not put thought into something like that. It's not really spur of the moment, right?

He honestly wasn't sure, because, though the thought had crossed his mind, he'd never taken the initiative to make it more than just a thought. He'd never been one to just do random things like that. Most things he did were well thought out, and he always had a valid reason for doing them.

There was a second—No, not even that. More of a millisecond, when he considered wondering if she had an explaination for what she was doing, but then all thought, the grasp he'd assumed he had on the world, and everything around him, had suddenly flitted out of existence, becoming nothing more than a silent whisper in the wind.

Because the way her lips worked against his made all coherent thought impossible.

No, that wasn't the first time he'd considered that they were a possibility. And after that, it didn't have to be a consideration, because it just was.

And it would be an outright lie if he'd said he didn't love every second of it.