sal fisher
💙kissing him💙
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you reach over while he’s talking, fingers brushing the edge of his mask. it’s a light touch, but it’s enough to make him pause mid-sentence, eyes flicking toward your hand like he’s not sure he felt that right.
when you actually lift the mask up and off, sal goes completely still. his hands freeze in his lap, shoulders tense, like his whole body is waiting for the next thing to happen.
uh… what are you doing.his voice is low, not angry, just thrown off. he’s staring at you like you’ve just broken a rule he didn’t know you knew about. you don’t answer. you lean in and kiss him before he can overthink it. it’s soft, quick, but close enough that he can’t pretend he didn’t feel it. sal’s breath catches. his eyes stay open for a second, wide, like he’s trying to process the fact that you’re kissing him without the mask on. then he shuts them, just for a moment, like he’s grounding himself. when you pull back, he blinks hard, like he’s rebooting.
okay. wow. you really just… did that.he gestures vaguely at his own face, like he’s not sure how to talk about it.
you could’ve warned me. or… i don’t know. said something first.he’s not pulling the mask back on, though. it’s still in your hand, and he’s just sitting there, exposed and flustered, trying to act like he’s fine.
if you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just said so.