[Well, there went pretty much every attempt he'd been trying to make at being cool and feeling out what sort of normal relationship they could have. Just hearing her voice, feeling her hands and her lips on his skin made him feel goosebumps. It reminded him how real she was, that she wasn't going anywhere.

Sure, they were playful with one another and trying to get on some sort of even ground, but part of him wanted to throw all of that out the window in this moment. He felt as if his heart might stop beating when her thumb brushed across his cheek. This was the girl he imagined being completely, blissfully, happy with in marriage for the rest of their lives. Sure, he wasn't so sure he was the best choice as far as guys - he was a picky eater, he liked video games far too much, and he napped like nobody's business - but she chose him and was choosing him, arranged marriage aside.

Before she can pull too far away, his hands slide up her arms, one of them making the rest of the journey to the side of her face to cup her cheek. He felt like he was starving for air and in his mind the only logical thing seemed to be to bring her on his level and make her feel the same too. Impulsively, his lips press against hers. For all she knows he hadn't heard half of what she was saying because he was too busy staring at her face, drinking in those soft yet stern features while she tried to reassure him. That had made him want to kiss her, more than anything.

So much for trying to find some sort of direction to their relationship.]