[She's not even sure what compelled her to do such a thing, because it's only as she pulls back that she realizes that she's done... How intimate that gesture had been, and how maybe she'd overstepped? But for Eustace's part, he doesn't seem to... mind? She was half expecting him to retort at her or to lean away, or to even slap her hand back, but...
Instead, he surprises her by reaching out to do the same, his fingertip wiping away the icing that clung to her lip...
—?
Belatedly, Ilsa realizes that her eyes had fluttered shut when he'd done so, and she's hasty to snap them back open, her face immediately flushing with colour as she mutters...]
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Instead, he surprises her by reaching out to do the same, his fingertip wiping away the icing that clung to her lip...
—?
Belatedly, Ilsa realizes that her eyes had fluttered shut when he'd done so, and she's hasty to snap them back open, her face immediately flushing with colour as she mutters...]
You have icing on your face...