What was this? Was a smile making its way onto Scarlett Rabnott's face? It couldn't be helped, not with his words, not with hands still touching her waist, not with her arms still around him. Even though she could not understand what had possessed her to willingly keep kissing this man that had taken her into his arms, she was quite...thrilled with this feeling in her chest. Were those butterflies? Scarlett did not get butterflies, she stowed away her emotions and let them stew deep, deep down. Emotions caused problems, situations. A display of fireworks and a kiss should not have put her mind in such a state, but there she was. In a state of complete confusion and sheer exhilaration.
Scarlett rolled her shoulders, pleased with his answer. It made her feel better about kissing a random bloke and it made her feel like kissing him again wouldn’t be such a terrible thing. It was New Year’s, after all, and out of all the beautiful women in the room he’d spotted her and chosen her to be his first kiss of the year. Being chosen was not something she was used to, which had been the cause of her recent withdrawal from societal events. Scarlett ducked her chin for a moment to make sense of herself, attempting to calm her overwhelmed state.
“All right.” She accepted his response, lifting her gaze to meet his once more. Feeling fiercer about this urge to kiss him again, Scarlett felt herself heat up, but she refused to move from her rooted spot and took in a deep breath. With another rare smile, Scarlett only faltered slightly as she pushed forward to kiss him again, her eyes locked on his lips before they finally met.
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