[ If it's any consolation to Adra, Bolin isn't exactly prepared either. It's been a long few months since he's kissed anyone, with the distance and tension in his relationship with Opal. And though he's not out of control or anything with a need for intimacy, he's not going to deny that he enjoys it. A lot. He very much doesn't even try to keep his hands off Opal most of the time.
It's nice. And there's something soft and tender and happy that blooms in his chest to be able to share this with someone again.
When time comes to press closer or pull back however, something dark clutches at his stomach, sinking strong enough to tighten his heart.
He doesn't know what he's doing. ]
Wh.
[ It's not exactly "freaking out", but Bolin's eyes do shoot open, cheeks red with something other than alcohol and when he sees Adra, he startles with such grace that his top half just slides off the couch. ]
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It's nice. And there's something soft and tender and happy that blooms in his chest to be able to share this with someone again.
When time comes to press closer or pull back however, something dark clutches at his stomach, sinking strong enough to tighten his heart.
He doesn't know what he's doing. ]
Wh.
[ It's not exactly "freaking out", but Bolin's eyes do shoot open, cheeks red with something other than alcohol and when he sees Adra, he startles with such grace that his top half just slides off the couch. ]
Oh my god. Oh my god.