“You don’t… get a kiss from me yet,” Dallie answered.
“Oh, that sucks,” Grégoire complained, making her giggle. “Well, if I can make you giggle like that, then I can wait ‘til I can get the kiss I deserve, although I can just steal it from you.” He bent his head and quickly brushed his lips against hers. It was light, but he thought it was enough. For now.
He straightened and gazed at her with longing. How he wished she didn’t want to go home, but he understood. She was the family’s breadwinner. He had to respect that. She was in a difficult situation, where she couldn’t just think of herself but also her family. She had her responsibilities in life. In her young life.
Grégoire didn’t want to leave, but he had to.
When he was in his car, he watched as Dallie entered the house and locke
