The blacksmith’s boy’s breath was warm on her cheeks as she found herself drifting towards him. His calloused and trembling fingers softly wound into hers and she gripped his hand tightly. Her eyes fluttered softly as their noses touched and she felt her heart leap up into her throat.
"Just do et," she found herself murmuring to him. His thumb brushed over her hand.
"… As you wish," he breathed, then softly pushed his chapped lips up to hers.