[Another thought let loose, clear as day to her but unnoticed by him. Nanu had just been on alert with his thoughts, but it was instantly forgotten in the wake of how Anabel reacted. That little 'oh' gave him a pang of regret and guilt in his heart, even if she's covered it up as though he really did say what she wanted him to.]
[It's not just that he didn't repeat his thought word-by-word—she didn't, either, after all—but he knows the way he went about it was far less caring and enthusiastic as she. Nanu swallows again when Anabel leans in to kiss him on the cheek, brief but no less emotionally charged. He doesn't think he deserves the thanks she gives him afterwards, nor does he think he's earned the kind- and sweetness Anabel's giving to him.]
[Her thought comes clear to him, too, and it makes him realize his own heart is racing as well. Again, like they're teenagers instead of grown adults. The pungent smells and the over-saturation of the fruits still linger, and though he hasn't said anything in return yet, his eyes betray the silence as he looks into hers. Regret, sure, but there's a softness backed by that love he just couldn't spit out as he watches her pick up what is very probably not an orange at all.]
[(The way she keeps looking back at him as they slowly move helps that feeling, too.)]
[Something more than just the regret pushes him forward this time, though. Unlike Anabel, Nanu doesn't even bother looking around them for potential witnesses when he steps toward her, gently wraps his hand around her free arm, and leans down for a proper, much deeper kiss.]
the glass part of the glasses that do the seeing thing
[Another thought let loose, clear as day to her but unnoticed by him. Nanu had just been on alert with his thoughts, but it was instantly forgotten in the wake of how Anabel reacted. That little 'oh' gave him a pang of regret and guilt in his heart, even if she's covered it up as though he really did say what she wanted him to.]
[It's not just that he didn't repeat his thought word-by-word—she didn't, either, after all—but he knows the way he went about it was far less caring and enthusiastic as she. Nanu swallows again when Anabel leans in to kiss him on the cheek, brief but no less emotionally charged. He doesn't think he deserves the thanks she gives him afterwards, nor does he think he's earned the kind- and sweetness Anabel's giving to him.]
[Her thought comes clear to him, too, and it makes him realize his own heart is racing as well. Again, like they're teenagers instead of grown adults. The pungent smells and the over-saturation of the fruits still linger, and though he hasn't said anything in return yet, his eyes betray the silence as he looks into hers. Regret, sure, but there's a softness backed by that love he just couldn't spit out as he watches her pick up what is very probably not an orange at all.]
[(The way she keeps looking back at him as they slowly move helps that feeling, too.)]
[Something more than just the regret pushes him forward this time, though. Unlike Anabel, Nanu doesn't even bother looking around them for potential witnesses when he steps toward her, gently wraps his hand around her free arm, and leans down for a proper, much deeper kiss.]