[ Something in him cracks at her words, relief warring with nervousness at odds with happiness combating his annoyance at himself for being such an idiot.
He likes Maya.
He really, really, really fucking likes her.
... Oh.
And suddenly he's lost control of his muscles, and he's surging forward, and he doesn't know what he's doing until he has a hand at the nape of her neck and his lips meet hers. ]
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He likes Maya.
He really, really, really fucking likes her.
... Oh.
And suddenly he's lost control of his muscles, and he's surging forward, and he doesn't know what he's doing until he has a hand at the nape of her neck and his lips meet hers. ]