They were pressed very close together, now; Zelda could feel Alfred's hips against hers, and the glove box pressed between them. She reached her free hand up to the back of his neck, pulling her towards him. They couldn't do anything — she had a wedding to go to sooner rather than later — but pretending for a moment was seductive. They were going to get in trouble; this was riskier than the garden because it was daylight, and because people were going to actually come looking for her eventually. But — still.

Zelda bit down on his lip playfully towards the end of the kiss, and admitted as much: "We're going to get in trouble."

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