“Would you let me kiss you?” he asks, his voice rough with an ache she feels too.

“I…I like someone else,” she says. Why does it feel like a lie?

“Me too.” Another simple answer. It makes her want it more.

Her fingers trace his jaw to his chin and then she gently touches his lip. “Okay,” she whispers.

heres my contribution to all the hearstrings fanart (fic by @seiyakanie)