“I’m adorable no matter my hair color.” Ashlyn stated flipping her hair glad that an auburn red was her natural color. His laughter had always brought a smile on her lips, and this was of course no different. And then it was as if a switch had been flipped and suddenly, she felt a charge in the air as very cliché she will find that thought later, as he brought an arm to her back and presses her closer and closer until their faces were inches apart. 

“Kiss me.” He told her. And even with her earlier admonishment not to expect one after his smoking, she couldn’t help herself any more than the tide could help itself with rising and falling, and she reaches up behind his head as she leans her face those scant inches to do exactly as he said. Kissing him without second thought. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she’d always wanted to have done.