..., deciding to embrace Gwen to prevent her from actually lifting off the stove. He could've sworn he saw the kitchen block unhinge ever so slightly before he stopped her.
"Let...me...go!" she growled, unable to break free of Ben's bear hug. And since he was embracing her full-on, she couldn't even try to bite him as he leaned his forehead against hers.
"Babe, we both know I'll win this one, hands down. Well, not down now, but..." Ben trailed off, Gwen's emerald green eyes threatening to glare a hole through Ben's head.
She then hissed at him.
"Not...something I'd expect from you," Ben said to good measure, Gwen then struggling.
Screw you...the auburn-haired girl growled almost silently, only amusing Ben further.
"In due time, love," he said, barely hiding the chuckle he had.
He then took her lips in his in a manner the girl never knew he had. He did it gingerly, as if it was the first kiss they ever had.
And Gwen had no way to deny she enjoyed it.
It was just the lips that came into contact. No tongue, no blazing flares of lust. Just...kissing.
Ben shifted his embrace on her slightly more upwards, but not loosening it one bit. Gwen, who now had a little more arm movement, wrapped her own arms around Ben's hips. All was forgiven.
They broke the kiss to gasp for air, their breaths hot and heavy. "I love you," Ben...