One thing is a kiss, but a proper snog is another. Not that she doesn’t want to, because she has been waiting for this for a long time - only God knew for how long. And since he’s asking…she can say, not really. Her cheels are stained with a delicious pink, not yet reaching a crimson color, but nevertheless adorable and just so…kissable. She closes the distance between them, and chews on her lip before leaning in forwards, softly pressing her lips against his. It’s starts with soft, shy movements that then become frenetic and desperate and there’s heat radiating from every part of her body.