They've barely even set foot inside the lobby when he stops her, and the kiss he gives her steals her breath right away from her.
It's a little like the time he surprised her with a kiss back on the island, when they'd been breaking and hauling rocks for the Others. (You taste like strawberries.) For a few brief seconds, right in front of the door, her awareness shrinks in on itself until all she can think of is how he unceremoniously presses his lips against hers.
Get a room, she hears a disapproving voice say, and Sawyer pretends with the best of them, not showing any evidence that he heard or cares.
(He doesn't taste like fish biscuits, and she couldn't be happier about it.)
When she puts space between them, she reaches for him, two fingertips tapping against his mouth.
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It's a little like the time he surprised her with a kiss back on the island, when they'd been breaking and hauling rocks for the Others. (You taste like strawberries.) For a few brief seconds, right in front of the door, her awareness shrinks in on itself until all she can think of is how he unceremoniously presses his lips against hers.
Get a room, she hears a disapproving voice say, and Sawyer pretends with the best of them, not showing any evidence that he heard or cares.
(He doesn't taste like fish biscuits, and she couldn't be happier about it.)
When she puts space between them, she reaches for him, two fingertips tapping against his mouth.
"I'll walk you to your room."
Slowly, she grins.