Leaning forward, fingers gently on his chest, lean up and kiss him.
Just softly. Just gently. Because this is—
And then pull away, and he raises an eyebrow. Grey-silver. “You’re not the first student to do that.”
Breathlessly, pink and yet almost joking, serious and playful at the same time. “I don’t care.”
Roll eyes, smile a bit, wrap an arm around your waist, pull you close into a kiss again.
[Just affection, really. Not romantic. But you don’t care.]