She shivered when they touched noses again and just before their lips touched. 'Ah… will he…' She could almost feel his lips against her. 'Ah.. he wi-'
She flinched when she felt his skin against her's. But it wasn't his lips, and it wasn't against her lips either. It was his finger against her eyelid.
"Y-your e-eyes," Antonin stuttered, pushing Regan away with his trembling hands.
Regan stared at his red face blankly, still trying to comprehend what had happened. "W-What?"
Antonin covered his face, "I l-like your eyes. T-they're pretty."
Regan slid back into a position directly facing him. "You like my eyes?" she cocked her head.
Antonin nodded quickly, unable to look at her.
Regan chuckled, "what happened to the splash of confidence you had a moment again?"
Ryder rolled his eyes, "Gone apparently, and just when we had touchdown too."
"Oh shut up," Antonin retorted through a flushed face.
