[ Miles is either all light or all darkness, it seems; he just swings wildly between the two extremes. And there's no darkness in him right now. Ah, if only he were all enough to just lean up and kiss her ... But he's used to making do.
He reaches out for her hand. And tugs at it gently, pulling her down with that small motion. She has the opportunity to stop at any point. Like hell Miles would make anyone kiss him who wasn't 100% on board with the idea already. Even now, she could pull back, step away ...
But if she doesn't, he reaches a hand up to her face, his delicate hands gentle against her chin. And then he tilts his head up to kiss her. A little more fervent than what she'd done for him, but still soft, still undemanding. Just longing. ]
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He reaches out for her hand. And tugs at it gently, pulling her down with that small motion. She has the opportunity to stop at any point. Like hell Miles would make anyone kiss him who wasn't 100% on board with the idea already. Even now, she could pull back, step away ...
But if she doesn't, he reaches a hand up to her face, his delicate hands gentle against her chin. And then he tilts his head up to kiss her. A little more fervent than what she'd done for him, but still soft, still undemanding. Just longing. ]