As the two walk out of the shed, Ve is four steps behind. Rhys already knows how much he has messed up and feels the extra imposed distance with every fiber of his being, which is the opposite of what he was hoping for. His hand moves up, his fingers pressing hard against his lips, the very same motion that Ve did earlier, but this means so much more, as if trying to press that feeling into his flesh, to imprint it in his memory, which is vastly different to the way she tried to wipe him from her lips.
Four steps behind instead of her standard three and that one single step makes all the difference, he knows that he should ignore these feelings, but they're growing so rapidly he can't even suppress them anymore. The kiss made everything worse, or better. He is not even sure.
She actually
