He had always thought it very silly when he read in books, or saw in movies, or listened to on the wireless, about people forgetting what a good kiss felt like. Santiago had never understood that, because a kiss was a kiss, sim? There were different levels of kissing, of course, like sweet pecks or heated snogs, so he supposed it might mean that, but---no, why was he thinking about stupid things like this?
Back to his original thought---he had forgotten what it was like to kiss someone you adored (yes, he could not find another word for what he felt about Jolene right now), and yes, it was a tremendously good feeling. Santiago's arms were rightly wound around her waist and he wondered for a brief, fleeting second about how long they'd been there, but then decided just as quickly that it didn't matter.
He did, however, feel her movement, and Santiago pulled away only slightly (not even, he pressed his forehead into the side of Jolene's neck to remain close, but with a view of the scene) and grinned.
"Are we putting on a show?" he muttered in amusement.
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