[Scott keeps his eyes closed when they part, satisfied with the feel of her forehead against his, her arms around his shoulders. He doesn't want the moment to pass.
It has to, obviously, but he makes it last, and when he does open his eyes, he's still smiling a little.]
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It has to, obviously, but he makes it last, and when he does open his eyes, he's still smiling a little.]
Sorry. I could've timed that better.