"Nothing out of the ordinary," he says. He could smooth it over, he knows,
reach out and swirl his fingers in her half mortal brain, but the witch in
her would know, and he can't have that not yet. He turns his head at the
last minute, so that her lips graze his cheek.
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"Nothing out of the ordinary," he says. He could smooth it over, he knows, reach out and swirl his fingers in her half mortal brain, but the witch in her would know, and he can't have that not yet. He turns his head at the last minute, so that her lips graze his cheek.