*Takes deep breath* @_Write_Where_I_Wanna_Be!!!! DIS IS OUR RP!!!!

"I don't think I'd be complaining either." She said. "Also you are surprisingly warm."

He just noticed how close they were as their bodies were pressed against each other. "Really? I do try to constantly stay as warm as possible" he shrugged. His face was still as red as a tomato though he seemed calm.

Zara laughed. "Sure." She said as she threw her arms around his neck.

"Um, Zara….should we be doing this right here? What if someone sees?" he says concerned. He knew Zara could stand up for herself and all, but he didn't want her to be embarrassed or anything being seen like this with…him. Though he didn't say any of that, it was written all over his face

"No one comes down this hallway since there arn't any classes down this way." Zara said leaning into him.

"Oh…okay" he says awkwardly. He obviously was fine with this, but he truly had no how to react.
Though just looking at her, the more he wanted to kiss her again.
And before he could stop himself he leaned down, one his slid up to the side of her cheek and he kissed her full on the lips.

Zara leaned into his kiss, though she was a bit surprised that he started the kiss.

He kissed her a bit more for about two more seconds before pulling away a little to where their faces were only half an inch apart. "Uh..sorry" he leaned his face away from hers a little.

(Wait, did i already ask what rating we're keeping this? Or is that in another roleplay that i did?)

(Bump)

Zara chuckled and booped her nose against his. "Its fine!" She said with a smile. At that moment the bell went off. Zara sighed and pulled away. "I guess we have to go then." She said as she slung back on her bag.

He let out a sigh, of somewhat relief, but he was more disappointed than anything.
When she stepped back he reached out to grab her hand with his, though her hand was only inches too far from his. He let out a sigh, looking down the hall, running his fingers through his golden, chesnut hair, the light flooding in through the windows made his skin have a soft golden tone to it.
“Yeah alight…” he says looking at the clock, slinging his own bag over his shoulder.

(…)