[It's not like she didn't have an ulterior motive for having him do it; the brush of his hands against the nape of her neck feels nice, deepening the flush on her cheeks as she brings a hand up to touch the necklace and give him another smile over her shoulder.]
Thanks, [she says again, still a little quietly, but honestly. Her eyes sparkle, but only with a small amount of mischief this time as she turns back toward him and pokes his cheek with one finger.] But it's still your birthday, isn't it?
[He really cares, huh? He cares so much it almost hurts to think about, her heart beating painfully hard in her chest. She flattens her hand, cupping his cheek instead of poking it this time. It hadn't felt right in the maze, but now, in the safety and relative privacy of her room, she leans in to gently press her lips to his.]
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Thanks, [she says again, still a little quietly, but honestly. Her eyes sparkle, but only with a small amount of mischief this time as she turns back toward him and pokes his cheek with one finger.] But it's still your birthday, isn't it?
[He really cares, huh? He cares so much it almost hurts to think about, her heart beating painfully hard in her chest. She flattens her hand, cupping his cheek instead of poking it this time. It hadn't felt right in the maze, but now, in the safety and relative privacy of her room, she leans in to gently press her lips to his.]