Heat pulsated through his body, pooling mostly in his face. Blood roared in his ears. His chest fluttered as if he were filled with nothing but air.
Then she pulled away, and cool air met his lips.
"Happy Birthday, Hershel," she said with a grin, her own face a light tinge of pink. Oh, God, that smile. He could just about melt. She tucked a few locks of stray hair behind her ear.
Layton blinked, still in shock. His lips moved in attempt to articulate words, but nothing came out. They finally settled on a slanted smile.