[A bark of a laugh, slightly hysterical, because that's exactly what she wants to hear and so far from being true. She wouldn't be showing him that, doubting him, hurting him, trapping him with her fears, if she could help it but she's already done that plenty tonight.]
I miss you. [Not, 'I've missed you,' even with him in her house, his face between her hands.] And. I'm scared.
[And somehow this translates into leaning in the rest of the way and kissing him, softly, just lips pressed tentatively to lips in light pecks, almost holding her breath. Her hands rub against his cheeks and eventually bury into the curls of his too-long hair.]
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I miss you. [Not, 'I've missed you,' even with him in her house, his face between her hands.] And. I'm scared.
[And somehow this translates into leaning in the rest of the way and kissing him, softly, just lips pressed tentatively to lips in light pecks, almost holding her breath. Her hands rub against his cheeks and eventually bury into the curls of his too-long hair.]