[Her breathing catches, her heart skipping a beat, and she squeezes back just as tightly, trying to ground herself and failing. Before she can think better of it, she leans forward, resting her forehead against his, telling herself that maybe if she gets most of the way there, she'll realize this is just a product of stress and heightened feelings and that will be that. It doesn't workâshe's shocked by how desperately she wants to kiss him, by how much worse the closeness makes it. Her emotions are all tangled up, and she doesn't know how to unravel them.
Bobbie realizes all at once that she hasn't been letting herself consider this, not even the distant possibility of it. Now that she is, it feels impossible to pull back, and that voice in the back of her head telling her to cut it the hell out is getting easier and easier to ignore. Closing that last inch is as easy as breathing, and before she can stop herself, she kisses him, soft and uncertain.]
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Bobbie realizes all at once that she hasn't been letting herself consider this, not even the distant possibility of it. Now that she is, it feels impossible to pull back, and that voice in the back of her head telling her to cut it the hell out is getting easier and easier to ignore. Closing that last inch is as easy as breathing, and before she can stop herself, she kisses him, soft and uncertain.]