[ Adra's so unprepared for what's happening that he's not struck dumb with fear, as would be usual; he can't even conceive of the scene presently unfolding, so it doesn't trigger the typical reaction. Bolin has a girlfriend! A girlfriend with whom he's apparently quarreling, but--still. He'd never suggested any kind of interest in ... this.
Adra's fingers curl tight against Bolin's cheek. He breathes in sharply; exhales hot. His mouth is soft and pliant, his skin unusually warm. He doesn't pull away, or move at all. He holds the kiss, and holds onto Bolin, unsure of anything outside how the curve of Bolin's lip fits against his. ]
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Adra's fingers curl tight against Bolin's cheek. He breathes in sharply; exhales hot. His mouth is soft and pliant, his skin unusually warm. He doesn't pull away, or move at all. He holds the kiss, and holds onto Bolin, unsure of anything outside how the curve of Bolin's lip fits against his. ]