[There's a beat of silence where she only stares at him, stunned by his response and her own daring.
And then she's leaning in to kiss him, a chaste but eager press of her lips to his, too swept up in the heady rush of being invited, commanded, to chicken out.]
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And then she's leaning in to kiss him, a chaste but eager press of her lips to his, too swept up in the heady rush of being invited, commanded, to chicken out.]