[ Caleb manages to nod before she kisses him again and then it's...well.
He closes his eyes and tries to match his movements to hers, instead of trying to practically devour her mouth on the spot. Tries not to press forward too hard. Keeps his hands about at about her waist level, fingers bunching and tangling into the material of her shirt as he gains and loses breath in turns.
It doesn't take much for him to kind of forget that at least a third of the point was to figure out which mistletoe needed which kiss, and this one? Isn't budging, no matter how nice the feel of Sarah's lips are against his.
When he pulls away for a breath it's not far; his heart is pounding and his pupils are blown and he isn't sure how people do this for hours without losing their shit. ]
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He closes his eyes and tries to match his movements to hers, instead of trying to practically devour her mouth on the spot. Tries not to press forward too hard. Keeps his hands about at about her waist level, fingers bunching and tangling into the material of her shirt as he gains and loses breath in turns.
It doesn't take much for him to kind of forget that at least a third of the point was to figure out which mistletoe needed which kiss, and this one? Isn't budging, no matter how nice the feel of Sarah's lips are against his.
When he pulls away for a breath it's not far; his heart is pounding and his pupils are blown and he isn't sure how people do this for hours without losing their shit. ]
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