The priest hardly even noticed when she'd taken a step back, still starstruck as he watched her with wide eyes. She'd kissed him. It didn't matter where she'd kissed him. The fact that it had happened at all was enough to send him over the moon and back, uncharacteristically giddy at the prospect.
Wordlessly, Laurence stepped forward, a calloused hand tentatively reaching out to cup her cheek. He didn't want to rush her, didn't want her to feel pressured... so as he leaned in, he paused a few inches away from her lips, a clear question in his eyes.
May I?
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