-Emilia York ★ Sixteen ★ Ravenclaw
Emilia watched at Ciceron stood from the other side of the table and gracefully made his way around it. He was always so graceful. They were perfect for one another.
Her eyes followed him, looking up as he came closer. Her heart was beating so quickly; surely he could tell that she was breathing quickly, especially as he came even closer. His hand touched her face and his eyes stayed on hers until she could no longer keep them open as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
Instantly, her body seemed to melt, as though this was exactly where she was supposed to be at this exact moment. Even as he pulled away, she could feel the connection there, one she didn't want to break. She looked up slowly, her eyes seeing only him and conveying her feelings as best as she could.
"I've been waiting so long for you to kiss me," she said breathlessly.