A minute. An actual minute, Nanami tells himself. His other hand slides up over the shirt along Haibara's back, and Nanami kisses Haibara back. His lips part at Haibara's prompting, and Nanami pulls Haibara against him as they kiss.
When it's been, roughly, a minute or so, Nanami pulls back. His heart thumps in his chest, and he smiles. "Dinner... then?"
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Date: 2024-01-28 06:05 am (UTC)When it's been, roughly, a minute or so, Nanami pulls back. His heart thumps in his chest, and he smiles. "Dinner... then?"