Quickening heartbeat.
Parted lips.
Flushed cheeks.
He lets her in. He gently brushes her lips with his. A tremor runs through her body. Electrifying her senses further. She abstains from displaying even a modicum of hint. Gracefully lowering her head as she passes him by. She pauses and turns around, cocking her head to one side. She lets her gaze take him in from head to toe, with a slight mischievous smile creeping upon her lips. He holds her gaze unflinchingly, his eyes becoming narrow slits of darkness. With a sudden swift movement, he lunges forward and grabs her from the waist, and pulls her to him. She throws back her head and laughs, challenging him, knowing he will take her cue.
And so he does.