With a slight pull at Antony's face and a rise onto her toes, Kaija pressed her lips against his. The kiss was gentle yet lingering, just the way first kisses were meant to feel like.
Antony's mind went blank, his eyes blown wide instead of closing tightly, unlike the girl whose hands were resting gently against his face. Her lips were exploring unhurriedly, yet invitingly what his lips tasted like.
If dancing freed his body, producing music freed his mind, then perhaps the best way to describe how kissing felt to Antony right now was a soft, refined touch capable of freeing his heart.
His mind was no longer holding the reins now, for his heart had taken over completely. His hands came up to cup both sides of Kaija's cheeks in return, lips pressing down lower and lower, until they fully claimed hers.
Kaija's heels once again touched the ground. Soon enough, she could feel how Antony didn't want to stop at simply grazing the softness of her lips.
