Boy, this was turning out to be a much better idea than previously anticipated. Happy to return her ardour, he slid his arm around her back and pulled her closer. Realistically, Octavius knew that eventually they would need to stop the snogging, if only to breathe. And when that happened, he couldn't help but feel he would very much like to continue kissing Rose afterward. At this point, he felt fairly confident she might be receptive, but there was also the chance this was just some New Year's Eve magic that he'd been fortunate enough to have been struck with.
What was the worst that could happen, really? He kissed her lightly again and pulled back slightly, so he could see her face. "When you were leaving," he found he had to catch his breath a little, "—where—is there somewhere you need to be?" Octavius really hoped not. This whole encounter screamed of kismet to him, and he fancied himself a believer in the whole second-chance thing. And in the first few seconds of the new year? This had to be some sort of signal or push in an ordained direction.
"I mean, do you, er—" he dropped his gaze to his hand on her arm, "do you want to get out here? Just—talk. Perhaps snog a bit more. Maybe the teensiest bit of groping." Octavius cracked a smile, then shrugged. "I just don't really want to say good-bye yet."
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