[milly is absolutely ready for a kiss (and much more than that, too) but when she tilts her head up a little more to meet him, he's not there. he's pulling away?! what the fuck. she doesn't say any of that, her face expressing it well enough as her eyes fly open to see that stupid sexy smirk of his, and his stupid sexy hair being shaken out in stupidest, sexiest way. but all of her confusion about him disappears when his lips are on hers.
she'd thought about this moment happening quite a bit-- it was a reoccurring daydream, though she never could figure out how it would really happen. this set-up was not what she expected, but brilliant nonetheless. her eyes shut once more as she grabs ahold of his shirt and pulls him closer, matching, and possibly exceeding, his firmness with her own. she can't help but be enthusiastic about him and his lips! how could she be anything else when dreams are coming true?]
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she'd thought about this moment happening quite a bit-- it was a reoccurring daydream, though she never could figure out how it would really happen. this set-up was not what she expected, but brilliant nonetheless. her eyes shut once more as she grabs ahold of his shirt and pulls him closer, matching, and possibly exceeding, his firmness with her own. she can't help but be enthusiastic about him and his lips! how could she be anything else when dreams are coming true?]