" His world shrank so those lips were the world. That rosebud. That heart. He swooped in, but stopped just short of her mouth, so the steam from his breath joined with hers. Waited. Because although he had come, rather rapidly, to his "fuck it" revelation, that didn't mean she had.

He hoped she had. Please let her have.

There were only a few millimeters between them.

She closed the gap.

It was different this time. This was premeditated, and they were in her secret place in the middle of the goddamn Alps. "

― Jenny Holiday , A Princess for Christmas