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::fuzzes::
Her face was still raised as she tried to see the rest of the booth over the heads of the crowd, and impulsively, Murphy bent down and kissed her lightly.
Again, he had shocked himself. He started to apologise, but she put a finger to his lips and smiled up into his eyes. "A friendly kiss, Murphy," she said softly. "Froeliche Weinachten. Happy Christmas." Her voice was gentle, like a song. She took her hand away and lifted her chin expectantly. This time it was no accident. Murphy pulled her near to him, and in the midst of the crowd, he kissed her. He felt her lips part slightly as she leaned again him. For a moment, the rush of warmth was so strong through him that he imagined she might have to hold him up. The world spun. She pulled away, then stood oblivious in the clamour around them.
"You have made me feel alive again." She laid her head gainst his chest.
Murphy had trouble finding his breath, let alone speaking. "Yeah," he replied.
"Angry. Embarrassed. Pursued," she laughed. "Desired--" Her voice was wistful.
"Elisa," Murphy gulped. "Elisa." The name itself was magic to him.
"Yes Murphy?"
"I think I want to sit down," he breathed. "And then can we do that again?" He was confused. "Friendly--uh..."
Throwing back her head, she laughed and pulled him stumbling away from the crowd. "Come on, Murphy. What you need is a good strong cup of Turkish coffee!"
I love this book so so much...I just read that bit earlier and it made me feel so happy and squealy. The first kiss gave me butterflies...there's not the whole effect here, because you lose the build up of the characters' relationship...but it's so, so beautiful.
*sighs*
Her face was still raised as she tried to see the rest of the booth over the heads of the crowd, and impulsively, Murphy bent down and kissed her lightly.
Again, he had shocked himself. He started to apologise, but she put a finger to his lips and smiled up into his eyes. "A friendly kiss, Murphy," she said softly. "Froeliche Weinachten. Happy Christmas." Her voice was gentle, like a song. She took her hand away and lifted her chin expectantly. This time it was no accident. Murphy pulled her near to him, and in the midst of the crowd, he kissed her. He felt her lips part slightly as she leaned again him. For a moment, the rush of warmth was so strong through him that he imagined she might have to hold him up. The world spun. She pulled away, then stood oblivious in the clamour around them.
"You have made me feel alive again." She laid her head gainst his chest.
Murphy had trouble finding his breath, let alone speaking. "Yeah," he replied.
"Angry. Embarrassed. Pursued," she laughed. "Desired--" Her voice was wistful.
"Elisa," Murphy gulped. "Elisa." The name itself was magic to him.
"Yes Murphy?"
"I think I want to sit down," he breathed. "And then can we do that again?" He was confused. "Friendly--uh..."
Throwing back her head, she laughed and pulled him stumbling away from the crowd. "Come on, Murphy. What you need is a good strong cup of Turkish coffee!"
I love this book so so much...I just read that bit earlier and it made me feel so happy and squealy. The first kiss gave me butterflies...there's not the whole effect here, because you lose the build up of the characters' relationship...but it's so, so beautiful.
*sighs*