"Yeah," Viola laughs and lays a hand against his chest. Runs her fingertips over the once white lace. This is where she might ask what they 'do now' or if he's changed his stance on 'doing this stuff' but she doesn't. There's no time for talking. She can sense the tide coming in.

In this moment, she has only one question that needs urgent answering. "Do you want to kiss me?"