Michael and Ginny || Yule Ball: A Flashback
Her heart was thundering against her ribcage as the one word registered in her mind. Instead of looking up, her eyes flickered to his lips as if she was studying the natural curve of what to be very soft petals. “Then kiss me,” Ginny breathlessly whispered before arching herself on her toes to inch closer to him.Â
Acting before his thoughts could catch up to what he was doing, Michael felt his heart hammer fast in his chest as an arm easily snaked around her waist. Pressing his fingers into the small of her back, Michael leaned down at what in his head felt like rocket speed but what was in reality a slow tentative movement. Pressing his lips against the girl's Michael gave Ginny a chaste kiss, that lasted perhaps longer than most chaste kisses did. Relishing in the soft of her skin and her sweet taste, Michael pulled away with a smile on his lips.Â
















