If things are always going to be like they were in that moment, Emmeline would forever be blushing. But at the very least, she'd managed to get over the instinct of running away. They were baby steps, sure, but that was progress.

One of her hands came up to hold his hands on her cheek and the other went to the other side of his face as she pushed her lips lightly against his own. If only things could stay that simple with such a sweet and tender kiss.

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