[ Matt thinks every kiss is perfect in its way. Every kiss makes its own little world, a place of texture and warmth and unpredictable intersections. This one feels like heat rising, like Jester's already turned him into an animal capable of flight--some fluttering bird or insect--and he's being carried off into the atmosphere.
And when he pulls back, her smile just--bowls him over. ]
Yeah, [ he agrees, with a goofy grin to answer her. He nods, stepping backwards down the stairs. ] Good night, Jester.
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And when he pulls back, her smile just--bowls him over. ]
Yeah, [ he agrees, with a goofy grin to answer her. He nods, stepping backwards down the stairs. ] Good night, Jester.