OOC:  No worries about the spelling.  I grade on a curve, and you're still getting an A.  :)

William was unusually quiet through the evening, not that Keziah was all too talkative herself.  The day had been filled with tragedy, and the only good news about which either of them could be happy was the fact that they were both alive.

It was getting late when -- as they both went about some end of day tasks -- they each turned to find themselves face to face with just inches between them.  William looked down into the shorter Keziah's eyes for a moment ... then lifted a hand to her cheek and neck, wrapped the other arm around her back, pulled her to him, and pressed his mouth to hers.