Freya immediately regretted opening her mouth to ask for another kiss from James, seeing the utter surprise that he didn't even tried to hide cross his features. Ah, she should have been content with just the first one that he had given her, but it was her first and something that she had not yet experienced before. Did James know that? Did he know that he had been the one to take that from her? She had willingly given it to him, of course...But, still. Maybe he himself didn't enjoy it, but his reaction proved different from that train of thought. He was smiling wide and it didn't seem to leave his face as he obliged to her request. Had she expected him to decline? She wasn't sure, but he wouldn't go in to kiss her again if he didn't want to, right? 

His lips pressing against hers again, she sighed in content, her cheeks burning. Again, it was gentle and careful, something she didn't mind in the slightest. This was all so new to her...She pulled back, smiling up at him. [color=0072bc][b]"Thank you, James. For tonight. I'm having a wonderful time so far..."[/b][/color] It was the truth, from dinner to stargazing, to even sharing a few kisses with him, tonight was truly something special. Something she was sure she wouldn't have wanted to spend with anyone else. She released his shirt from in-between her fingers, and tucked some hair behind her ear. She really couldn't think of anything that might make the evening better. Well, maybe one thing.

She adjusted herself to have James laying beside her instead of over her, and tugging up the blanket, she shivered slightly. Scooting over, she laid her head against his chest. His body practically radiated the warmth and kindness he provided towards her. She simply laid with him for a while, letting that comfortable silence fall again, although the air felt a bit different to her than it had before they had exchanged a kiss. Was it just her feeling that? A simple kiss shouldn't change their entire dynamic...

[color=0072bc][b]"James...?"[/b][/color] She finally spoke, breaking the silence. [color=0072bc][b]"Would you be against getting inside and maybe ending the evening by cuddling with some hot chocolate? Like before?"[/b][/color] She asked, playing gently with the fabric of his shirt. Even if he declined to cuddling, she had a feeling he wouldn't turn down hot chocolate. It was one of the few things she could count on from James. 

The wind blew by again, causing her to shrink into James, trying to prevent the wind from taking any further warmth from her. [color=0072bc][b]"Maybe we should go to the car?"[/b][/color]