[ Hollis laughs, then, although it's just a low rumble of a sound, echoing from the back of his throat as his lips curl back to reveal two rows of white (sharp) teeth. There's smoke in his mouth, in his nose, in his eyes, but hell if he cares. He yields when she pulls him closer, the muscles of his arm tensing once as he does, weight shifting from foot to foot.
His gaze flickers once, from her eyes to her lips and then back.
(He's got a weakness, he has, for pretty girls and sharp smiles and red, red, red.) ]
You got anyone else on your dance card tonight, sweets? Or am I allowed to take the first kiss of the year?
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His gaze flickers once, from her eyes to her lips and then back.
(He's got a weakness, he has, for pretty girls and sharp smiles and red, red, red.) ]
You got anyone else on your dance card tonight, sweets? Or am I allowed to take the first kiss of the year?