CARMINE
That… that was… EMMA
(quiet smile, thumb brushing his lower lip)
Perfect. You’re perfect. (He exhales—short, relieved. Pulls her back into his arms, forehead against hers. They start swaying again, slower now, like the world shrank to just the two of them) CARMINE
I’m sorry, I’ve never done this much. Teach me how to do that again. To kiss properly? EMMA
Anytime you want, sweet boy.
