With how she was looking at him—and, Merlin, how she was talking to him—he felt overcome with the urge to surge forward, take her in his arms, and drag her back into the nearest corner all while snogging her senseless. He could almost envision it to; the mere thought of it was enough to send a rush of heat up his neck.
“I don’t think you need me to answer,” he said in a low voice, unconsciously leaning his face an inch closer to hers. He’d spent so much time worrying about how to woo Miss Lestrange that he hadn’t stopped to consider she was equally eager to be wooed—and despite being only seventeen she seemed no less willing to express her desires than he was.
“When can I see you again?” he said, wanting—no, needing—nothing else more in the moment than her answer.
“I don’t think you need me to answer,” he said in a low voice, unconsciously leaning his face an inch closer to hers. He’d spent so much time worrying about how to woo Miss Lestrange that he hadn’t stopped to consider she was equally eager to be wooed—and despite being only seventeen she seemed no less willing to express her desires than he was.
“When can I see you again?” he said, wanting—no, needing—nothing else more in the moment than her answer.
— set by mj <3 —