[Squaring her shoulders against the wall she takes a moment to look at him, a little uncertain. She's pressed up against him, oblivious to the amused glances of those who find this display more interesting than the glittery stand of mannequins behind the glass. It's an unguarded moment; Cameron can't tell how much of this is the mistletoe, how much is her own frustrated attraction.
She can't shake the sense that she ought to apologize, but she doesn't. Instead she kisses him again, tentative, less desperate but no less intimate.]
/late forever and ever ffff what is this real life what's going on
She can't shake the sense that she ought to apologize, but she doesn't. Instead she kisses him again, tentative, less desperate but no less intimate.]