
Lily grabbed both of his hands with her considerably smaller ones, trying to hold them down, to little success until James relaxed his arms. The victorious Lily smirked up at her defeated adversary, only to realize that she now stood quite close to him. The toes of her shoes brushed the rubber tips of his trainers, and she still held his warm hands in hers. The space between their noses was primarily due only to the height difference; James stared down at her, and she stared back, the smile not quite faded from her lips…
Her lips, which were, incidentally, dangerously near to his.
This sobered Lily at once, as did the unexpected seriousness of James’s expression. Neither of them smiled now; it was almost as though all the air had been sucked out of each, and, for a second, they both held their breath.
—The Life and Times by Jules
must read. now. omg.
The snaps….