Goodbye… With Tongue

Zayn exhaled in relief. 

'Finally.'

The servants arranged everything quickly, and soon enough, Zayn stood outside, staring at the open carriage door like it was the gates to freedom.

The Duke patted his shoulder. "Remember, lad. Treat my daughter well."

Zayn stiffened. "Uh — "

Celestia suddenly wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. "You better visit sometime!"

Zayn awkwardly patted her back. "Sure. Yeah. Totally."

And then — it happened.

Celestia pulled back slightly… and then leaned in, her lips meeting his.

Zayn froze.

'Wait. WAIT. What the hell—?!'

This wasn't just a peck.

Oh no.

She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, and then —

'Did this flat chick just use TONGUE?!'

Zayn's mind short-circuited.

Under normal circumstances he would reciprocate this but then again… her father was watching.

Back to the kiss though…