 Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
The look in his eyes turned to confusion as Isobel attempted to arrange her thoughts into coherent sentences. He meant well; to simply reassure her that their bond was strong, and he would always be there for her no matter what. It seemed, however, to be making things more difficult for her to say.
And then, in the blink of an eye, she was closer to him than ever before -- her lips softly pressed on his for the first time. His heart raced, and the hand that held onto hers squeezed tighter for that brief moment. Damien couldn't think -- couldn't process. All that he'd realized was that Isobel VonHue kissed him.
Her eyes began searching his, and the only thing Damien could do for a moment was breathe. But even that was hard to do. He glanced down at their clasped hands, his fingers laced with his -- how perfect they seemed to fit together. A smile slowly played at the corners of his mouth as his eyes found hers again, and a light chuckle escaped as he scooted closer to her, anchoring his body to hers.
"Is that --" he coughed then cleared his throat with another chuckle. "Is that what you -- wanted to tell me?" he asked, eyes still fixed on hers. |