...would be a different story altogether.
"I really have no idea Gwen…but…let's not worry 'bout that now, eh?" Ben asked, getting onto her side of the sofa again after pacing the RV for a few seconds. He crept up to her as Gwen slowly shifted to the side. She wasn't all that used to Ben's physical contact yet, though she craved for it so much. Irony was beautiful sometimes.
"Let's just enjoy what we have right now, and let the future come as it may," Ben said before grazing his lips against his redhead cousin's.
It was one of the few innocent kisses they shared, only their lips softly pressed against each other's. Still, it sent electricity down their spines, smiles up their united lips, hands through each other's hair.
Gwen always tasted like strawberries, her skin heavenly scented with peach. Ben almost laughed when he remembered back then how he chided how much she smelled like a fruit salad.
Ben would never complain about eating fruit salad ever again, then.
"Ben…I don't want us to end, ever," she said weakly, and Ben caught her in a full embrace. It was her warmth, her presence there and then that he wanted. And he knew deep down that this was what she wanted too. The way she hugged him ...