It was only when her lungs screamed for air that she managed to rip herself away, bringing a few centimetres of distance between their faces. He was panting just like her, his breath caressing her face as his eyes flickered to her lips which were undoubtedly bright pink and shiny. Just like his. Her own gaze roamed over his face as well as she finally allowed herself to truly look at him, no longer afraid he might catch her staring. And underneath the soft pink blotches on his high cheekbones, he was almost sickly pale. Carefully, she ran a finger over his cheek.