[kisses cheek]
Squall would likely never be known for his lavish displays of affection. Quiet, subtle; some would even say reserved. But every touch was made so much more special by it’s scarcity. The lightest brush of lips against her cheek was enough to make a heart flutter, fingers reaching to capture his hand in her own. Stopping him from drifting too far from her with a careful tug against his arm, she leans forward to return the favor.










