Sort of a lazy part 2 to this Smallest Park thing.
Against the wall in her foyer, Ben kisses Leslie like a man overwhelmed, his hands clutching her jaw, his lips guiding hers in these deep, heavy kisses that leave her breathless.
Leslie pushes right back, her hands fisting against his lower back. And their hips press together. And she just wants to pull him closer, to undress him and taste him and touch him until he knows exactly how she feels about him. But every time she gets ready to make her move, she hears Ann and Ben calling her a steamroller in her head, a dull whisper she can’t will away. She doesn’t want to push him. So she waits.
After a few more seconds, Ben tips his head forward, inhaling audibly while he rests his forehead against hers.
“Hi,” he says warmly. Leslie feels herself going a little cross-eyed, trying to look at him.
“Hi.” She doesn’t know what to say, but words slip out anyway. “Are you hungry? I think I have burgers. I might actually have some frozen calzones in my freezer, cause I missed you, and I wanted to see if maybe you were right about them, but I only got two bites in and then I just ordered pizza.” She cringes. “That’s not really important. I’m sorry. You were saying?”
Ben raises his eyebrows. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but nothing comes out. There’s a pause as his eyes fall back to her lips, when his thumb slips behind her ear and Leslie starts to wonder if she said something wrong already.
Then he leans in again. For a few happy minutes, her mind goes quiet.