That didn't sound so bad. When a kiss was this intense, this enveloping, this bone-shaking, was there even anything to question? Somewhere, in the back of Adian's mind, he supposed there should probably a collection of questions and concerns forming about what he thought he heard the witch in his arms say, and what he should be thinking from it, but right now, in this moment, he couldn't exactly be bothered to stop to figure it out. There was a time and a place for everything, and the time was midnight on New Year's Eve, and the place was a state in which his free hand could tease through the hairline back behind her ear.
Her hair was glorious it reminded him of never-ending golden silk. Or a crackling warm fireplace, or---
"Okay," he mumbled back, nodding ever so slightly. Yeah, sure, whatever she wanted, honestly as long as he got to keep feeling like this. "Spring collection," Adian echoed, thinking that sounded fancy.
Wait---
His lips had parted from hers, only for a second, which allowed one clear thought to make it through to the front of his mind. Holding her chin up toward him with his hands, Adian blinked hazily. There was something that he needed to address---
"What--" he started breathlessly, thinking nothing else more important to attend to than this; what his future wife went by. "What is your name? What do you--- who--"
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