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(Ghostflower fluff since there’s so much angst.)
Gwen exhaled, her breath coming out as a cloud of condensation that quickly fades away. “It’s freezing out here,” she comments to Miles.
“It is,” he agrees, pulling his jacket tighter around him. Gwen scrunches her nose, the tip of it red and numb. She zips up her jacket, pushing the hood up her neck but not pulling it over her head. Their feet dangle off the rooftop they’re sitting on.
“My hands are cold,” she complains, the knuckles and joints on her hands red from the frigid temperatures. Snow fell down softly across Brooklyn, New York.
Miles looks to her, removing his hands from his jacket pockets and cupping hers in his. Gwen’s eyebrows raise slightly in surprise. She giggles quietly. “Better?” Miles asks with a small smile. “Yeah,” Gwen responds.
“How is school going?” She asks, trying to keep their conversation flowing.
“Good,” Miles shrugs. “Trying to improve my Spanish grade.” “Oh, in my universe the main language they teach is German.” Gwen replies. Miles just laughs. “How’s your band?” He asks.
Gwen looks away. “We’re sorting it out after I stormed out of practice and quit. The drummer position is still open, so I have another chance.”
“Oh, hope you get it.” Miles says.
Gwen clears her throat. “Actually, now that I think about it, my lips are super cold.” She glances at him, blush on her face increasing for a different reason.
Miles’ blush from the cold takes on a new reason why he’s blushing. “Mine, too.”
They unconsciously get closer, their legs now touching. Miles’ mouth opens and closes slightly multiple times. Gwen laughs softly.
They lean closer, faces now mere inches apart. Both of them don’t really know who made the first move, as their heads leaned in and closed the distance at the same time.
The kiss was warm and soft, comforting even. Somewhere in the heat of the moment, Gwen wraps her arms around Miles’ neck and Miles wraps his arms around her waist. They separate after about ten seconds. Miles’ and Gwen’s faces are enveloped in blush entirely.
“Pav is going to have a field day when he hears about this.” Gwen laughs with a playful eye roll to break the silence.
“Definitely,” Miles agrees with a laugh of his own. “So, are we official now or..?” Gwen asks, glancing away in embarrassment. She realizes they’re still in each other’s grasp.
“Yeah,” Miles replies, his voice slightly breathy.
“I think my lips are cold again.” Miles says.
(Ideas for what Ghostflower story I should do next are appreciated!)