It was stupid to lean in like she did, to press her lips to his cheek. It was dangerous and she knew it. She was playing with fire, she was pulling a Katherine, she was being reckless when Caroline Forbes, the real one, wasn't ever reckless. She was a planner, meticulous, thoughtful. And yet, here she is, breathing in the same air as him, close enough to....
"I should go," she murmurs, not moving away from him. She'll chide herself later for how cliche this all is, how she's basically living the plot of some Hugh Jackman/Meg Ryan romcom but when it happens, she can't help herself. It's selfish and unfair, just like it had been with Klaus (okay not as bad as that but she doesn't remember that whole thing, yet).
Because he doesn't move away, he doesn't push the door open or say anything at all, he just slowly opens those bedroom eyes of his and she can't help herself, the Caroline who was in love with him pushes her forward, has her fingers curl against his shoulder, her hand covering his at the door handle before she close the distance between their lips and kisses him.
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"I should go," she murmurs, not moving away from him. She'll chide herself later for how cliche this all is, how she's basically living the plot of some Hugh Jackman/Meg Ryan romcom but when it happens, she can't help herself. It's selfish and unfair, just like it had been with Klaus (okay not as bad as that but she doesn't remember that whole thing, yet).
Because he doesn't move away, he doesn't push the door open or say anything at all, he just slowly opens those bedroom eyes of his and she can't help herself, the Caroline who was in love with him pushes her forward, has her fingers curl against his shoulder, her hand covering his at the door handle before she close the distance between their lips and kisses him.