Whatever Cecil had been expecting, that was not it.
When she pressed her mouth to his, his eyes flew open, and he pulled in a sharp breath through his nose. That wasn't-- he wasn't being stabbed, and that was a good thing, but the thing that actually was happening was also not a good thing, and that was-- that was a conflicting way to think about it, because being stabbed would have been horrible, but it wouldn't have been forbidden.
When Harley pulled away, he stared right at her, wide-eyed-- too frightened, in the moment, even to remember to keep his gaze down. It was a mix of terror and bewilderment - who would do that? Who would do that to him?
For a long, terrified second, he was still-- and then he scrabbled backward, stumbled to his feet, turned around, and bolted.
If he was told to stop, he would - if he wasn't, she'd be left with nothing but the sound of his foosteps on the mall carpet, receding around the corner.
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When she pressed her mouth to his, his eyes flew open, and he pulled in a sharp breath through his nose. That wasn't-- he wasn't being stabbed, and that was a good thing, but the thing that actually was happening was also not a good thing, and that was-- that was a conflicting way to think about it, because being stabbed would have been horrible, but it wouldn't have been forbidden.
When Harley pulled away, he stared right at her, wide-eyed-- too frightened, in the moment, even to remember to keep his gaze down. It was a mix of terror and bewilderment - who would do that? Who would do that to him?
For a long, terrified second, he was still-- and then he scrabbled backward, stumbled to his feet, turned around, and bolted.
If he was told to stop, he would - if he wasn't, she'd be left with nothing but the sound of his foosteps on the mall carpet, receding around the corner.