It was sudden and sloppy and a little clumsy — because, again, they were both still coated in dried sweat and dungeon grime — but it was real.
Her hands slipped behind his neck, pulling him close with a force that left no room for misinterpretation.
For a second, Zayn was frozen.
Not because he didn't want it, but because every inch of him was still processing the fact that this was happening right here, right now...
Then he kissed her back.
The room spun a little — not because of any magic, but just from the sheer adrenaline spike of them kissing.
Her lips were warm against his, and she smelled like earth and a little bit of ash from her magic.
His arms instinctively found her waist, gripping her gently as their bodies closed the distance.
When she pulled back, her breath was a little shaky. She leaned her head and rested it on his chest silently before speaking.
"Sorry," she murmured, "I didn't want to wait anymore."
