He doesn't pull away at first but touches their foreheads together while sharing breaths, albeit somewhat heavily. With a demure grin, James gives enough room to read Diana's face, brushing a thumb over tinted cheeks and feeling floaty. Happily accomplished for having caused such a reaction.
"This helped," James murmurs almost quietly enough to be a whisper, like he's afraid to break the spell of cozy affection. "Did you want to head back? I can walk you to your room..." Though he may want more, he isn't narcissistic enough to expect anything.
Diana isn't in a hurry to pull away further. The contact is welcome, as it turns out. For a moment, she lets their foreheads rest against each other. Then, after a few moment, she leans her head on his shoulder, her arms sliding around him.
She'd like to stay like this just a little longer.
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"This helped," James murmurs almost quietly enough to be a whisper, like he's afraid to break the spell of cozy affection. "Did you want to head back? I can walk you to your room..." Though he may want more, he isn't narcissistic enough to expect anything.
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She'd like to stay like this just a little longer.
"I should go back, I suppose."
Fade out ;