He was unsure of what had gone wrong with Eleanore, she was not responding at all and had frozen in her place. From up here, he couldn't even see her face properly.
Thus, he knelt to the ground and came to her face level. "What's wrong? Say something?" He waves his hand in front of Eleanore's eyes, and they move.
Their eyes meet and to evade the awkwardness from that, he turns away. But then his eyes fell on her lips, that were somewhat frozen from this heavy winter and yet there was something in them that attracted him.
He leaned forward, closing the distance between their faces. Now, he could hear her heavy breathing—and his own heart started pounding like a drum, against his ribcage. His hand slipped behind her neck, fingers weaving into her strands of hair. Then, as if urgency had taken over him, he pulled her close, their heartbeats syncing in a wild, trembling rhythm.
In a heartbeat, their lips met.
Everything turned hazy.
