o.O

Without much sense left at all, Tal let the moment continue. The room seemed to tilt a little bit, almost making him dizzy, but not enough to give this up now. His hand absentmindedly moves behind Ryan's head, his fingers gently raking through her hair. Bringing one knee up, it forces her closer and tighter to him.

"Hey, Tal, you want onions on your steak?" Eli shouts from the kitchen.

Tal's eyes fly open as his surroundings come back into focus again. He didn't want to be the one to break the moment, but if he didn't, Eli was going to walk in on them. Reluctantly pulling back from the kiss, his eyes roll towards the ceiling. "No," he calls back. "Not tonight, thanks."

With his arms still around Ryan, his eyes swing back into place, locking with hers. Had he really just been kissing her? Had she really just been kissing him back? He could count their encounters on one hand... she didn't know him... he didn't know her... but what he did know was that his heart was still racing, his breath was still shallow, and Ryan fit perfectly in his embrace.

"That sure felt like magic to me," he breaths quietly.