into the shallows | h.s

"You’ve got something on your nose," he smirked.
She harshly rubbed her napkin against her face.
"Stop it Genesis, let me."
She froze as he placed his hands on her shoulders and bent down so their faces were inches apart.
Using his index finger he tapped her chin so she was forced to make eye contact.
Her breath caught and she blinked rapidly as she stared wildly into his dilated pupils.
"Hold still." He told her with such seriousness she did not move.
He flicked something from the tip of her nose and leant back, looking satisfied.
She opened her mouth to thank him, but he before the words could come out, his arms wrapped around her waist and pressed his lips to hers.
She made a muffled sound of surprise and he grinned.
"I was lying. Your nose is fine, but your lips looked so lonely I just couldn’t help myself."
She felt her face heat up.
"I hope you don't mind too much."