[ It's nice to be kissed again, it's nice to feel someone hold you close and kiss you. It's better than nice. And she leans into him a bit more, her fingers curl at the fabric of his shirt as his tongue slides along her lips. Her mouth parts for him, teasing before she lets her other hand grip at his arm, encouraging him to hold her close. It's all a tease because a moment later, she breaks the kiss, her eyes half-lidded, voice quiet against his lips.]
[ As he listens to her words, John's face breaks into a smile, a laugh escaping him as he lets his hand move, tucking some hair behind her ear, his own eyes opening to look at her. ]
Good.
[ He licks his own lips, still able to taste her on them. He wants to lean in again, but he also doesn't want to stumble that step too far. ]
So I guess this is when I let you get inside. And promise to call you. Which I do, by the way. I promise I'll call you.
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Okay, I'll go out with you again.
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Good.
[ He licks his own lips, still able to taste her on them. He wants to lean in again, but he also doesn't want to stumble that step too far. ]
So I guess this is when I let you get inside. And promise to call you. Which I do, by the way. I promise I'll call you.