This kiss was unlike any other they've had.
It was like a gust of spring breeze had gently blown a speck of dust onto a body of dead water, sending small ripples through the before-still surface.
Unlike the previous ones that quite literally stole her breath away, this time, his lips were gently pressed against hers. He didn't forcibly pry open her mouth, instead lightly shifting his mouth against hers.
He pulled away, but his taste still lingering at the tip of her tongue.
Yet, seeing her flushed face and her slightly-parted lips, he couldn't help but want to kiss her again. He moved back towards her, stopping a mere centimeter away from her face.
"Princess, you're the beam of light that makes me realize I've been living in darkness. Don't speak of yourself like that again. It makes me realize what it feels like to hurt."
Despite how the kiss wasn't intense, Daphne's heart raced, threatening to burst out of chest.
