Ryden knew that expression. She'd seen it before on his face, once, a few months ago during the end of term feast. The thought made her heart beat a little faster and she felt the mood in the room physically change. If he had that expression now, then he was thinking what she was thinking.

. . .

Unable to stop a small smile from forming at Orlando's silly question, Ryden cocked her head to the right and pretended to weigh her options. Then with a deft movement, she let go of his hand onto to raise both of her own and place them on the sides of his face. Gently, she pulled down and when he was the right height for her, she leaned up and kissed him herself.