Ashlyn made a deadpan look to Kane, knowing he was joking, but really why did he have the need to tease her about her aversions? She shook her head. “You are a lost cause my friend.” She told him with a smile. “Girls like to change things when something major happens. Remember that goth phase I went through?” She reminds him.

Kane

"Can't argue with that", he replied and traced his mind back to their late teens, when she had all of a sudden decided to bury all her colourful clothes. "And then you cut your hair into a wonderful bob and dyed it black-greenish", he remembered and could barely contain his laughter. "God, I love your rebellious phases." He blew a small swirl of smoke into the night sky. Why had he always perceived her as his funny but glum best-friend? Yes, she had her mood-swings, but didn't we all? As he looked at her, it felt as if he would see her features for the first time. Her hands on her hips, she drew the attention to her curvy figure, appearing grander than her actual height permitted. Her lipstick highlighted her loose red hair and her character. But it wasn't her body that left him breathless. It was her eyes, that met his, that burned with a passion he had never seen before.

He didn't feel the hot sting of the cigarette, that slightly burned his lips, as he took a step towards her. He put a hand on her back, first carefully, but then more and more self-confident and pulled her closer. "Kiss me", he whispered, as their faces were only inches apart.

“I’m adorable no matter my hair color.” Ashlyn stated flipping her hair glad that an auburn red was her natural color. His laughter had always brought a smile on her lips, and this was of course no different. And then it was as if a switch had been flipped and suddenly, she felt a charge in the air as very cliché she will find that thought later, as he brought an arm to her back and presses her closer and closer until their faces were inches apart.

“Kiss me.” He told her. And even with her earlier admonishment not to expect one after his smoking, she couldn’t help herself any more than the tide could help itself with rising and falling, and she reaches up behind his head as she leans her face those scant inches to do exactly as he said. Kissing him without second thought. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she’d always wanted to have done.