Foreheads
Jamie was actually not very fond of having his forehead against his girlfriend's. It made him uncomfortable to know she was that close to his face. She teased that he was more than fine with snogging, but he argued that it was different; she had her eyes closed and wasn't paying attention.
"What about when we're snuggling? We're close enough, aren't we?"
"Yes, but you're not right in my face then, yeah? I just…I don't know." He shrugged. "I wish I wasn't so against it."
"Why's that?"
"Well…I'd rather like to be able to…you know…" He swallowed, realizing he'd moved across the couch and was somehow right next to her. "I just think it would be nice."
"Would it help if I closed my eyes?"
He nodded, shutting his own. "…Please."
He felt her skin against his, and he bit his lip, feeling himself blush.
"You alright?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah…I think so." He opened one eye, then they other. "Oh…this isn't so bad."
"Do you want me to keep my eyes closed?"
"You can open them, if you'd like."
Her eyes were a very lovely shade of blue from this angle, he decided. She blinked a few times. "You alright?" she asked again.
He smiled. "Of course I am." He leaned forward, catching her lips with his. "Thank you."