Even when it shouldn't have, it felt natural to inch closer to Evelyn's face, which had bloomed into a blotchy array of reds. Her palms were sticky with perspiration from her outdoor endeavors as they crept around the back of his neck, ever-so-slowly inviting him nearer. He scarcely noticed as she picked the cigarette out of his mouth and tossed it aside.
Roderick didn't know this girl. He didn't know her agenda, or where she'd come from, or what her gift was. The two had only met twice before, and the first time had involved a lot more weed than conversation.. Well, not competent conversation, at least. He'd only just learned her name not twenty minutes ago. Perhaps it was the trauma of his injury, or the noisome haze of all the smoke he'd inhaled - or both, better yet - but the brevity of their relationship mattered less and less the closer he leaned in towards her.
Her lips were as soft as they looked when the Winter finally bridged the gap between them, but deceptively so. He could taste the acrid bite of nicotine lining them as he kissed her, melded curiously with her chapstick to form a sour tang. Roderick supposed he wasn't much better, though.
His hands ghosted up the small of Evelyn's back, and he sighed through his nose.