She hums, quietly appreciative, into the kiss and her fingers rise to the formerly flushed line of his cheeks - lingering there once she pulls back, blinking vaguely to regain her balance.
"I thought I was supposed to be apologizing," she murmurs absently. "Or was that before - why are we sorry again?"
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"I thought I was supposed to be apologizing," she murmurs absently. "Or was that before - why are we sorry again?"