Third Individual's POV
Their tongues tangled together gently in a slow dance. She pulled him closer by gripping his waist.
"Mm," he murmured, nipping lightly at her bottom lip. She let out an involuntary giggle and pulled away. When they broke apart, Seo ya rested her forehead against his, smiling up at him. Tyler grinned back, resting their foreheads together once more. He gently caressed the side of her cheek with his free hand before running his fingers through her hair tenderly.
"Come here babe," she whispered, pulling his head down to rest on her chest. Her hands moved slowly, gently combing through his unkempt, slightly tangled locks. Tyler felt himself relax into her embrace as she pressed soft kisses to the top of his head, occasionally trailing feathery touches across his neck.
It was moments like this that made his heart skip a beat and his head spin. As much as she tried hard to act tough, she was just as affected.
