[Elissa allows him to leave, lets him make the first move. When she returns the kiss, the gesture is, at first, tentative; she is gentle and almost uncertain for a moment or two. But the tension and the worry melts away slowly, giving way to something much more tender and warm. It's been two and a half years since she's kissed anyone or allowed herself to be this close to any one person. This, though... This feels right.]
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