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Swaying and turning slowly with Anastasia, Quinn returns her gaze, wondering what might be going through her mind. The night felt very surreal... like it was almost a dream. Surely he would wake up in the morning to realize that none of this had been real. Everything was too perfect. Meeting at the store, finding each other at the cafe, agreeing to coffee, coming to the lake... real life just didn't happen that way, at least not for him. Things were much more complicated than that. This was just too... easy.

His eyes remain on hers, soaking up their depth and the life that shone through them. They were beautiful eyes, worthy of having their image burned into his memory as they now were.

Feeling her move closer to him, his feet stop moving and he just continues to watch her. His heart beats just a little faster within his chest, wondering at the new look in her eye... wondering at her closing the gap between them.

Not moving back as she leans in towards him, his lips move to receive her kiss, though his eyes remain open in surprise as his pulse picks up even more. With her hands still in his grip as she steps back, he blinks, not having expected that one at all. They'd been having fun, sure but... a kiss? He swallows hard.

Hearing her apology, his eyes change from surprise to something else... something... softer. "Rule number one," he whispers back, "never say you're sorry for a kiss."

Letting go of one of her hands, his fingertips slide up her arm to her shoulder, up her neck and to her face. His palm cradles her cheek before his thumb runs along her jaw and chin until it brushes over her lips.

There were many words he could say... many things he could think up to tell her how beautiful she was, or how much he'd enjoyed the evening, or what a fairytale this felt like. But surrounded by this dream-like darkness, words seemed too complicated.

Testing Anastasia's trust, Quinn's other hand slips from hers and moves around her waist to her back, bringing her back close again. His eyes remain glued on hers to ensure that he wasn't scaring her or doing anything she didn't want. That hint of a smile appears on his face as he bends closer. "My turn," he whispers.

His lips brush past hers, then back again several times, his breath caressing her soft skin. Pausing then, he presses into her lips, his hand sliding back to run his fingers through her hair. Surely this really was a dream.

Drawing back just far enough to see her face, he searches her eyes again. "Thank you."