John's face held words half written, but he merely nodded. Sabrina let the jacket slide off of her and handed in back to its owner, "Thank you, for the chat and the coat" she said as she pressed her lips lightly to his cheek.
A kiss on the cheek is purely familial, platonic, but it felt so absurd as Sabrina lent that she hesitated in her withdrawal, her breath hitched so near to him, the release tickling the hairs on his neck.
John imagined he was also holding his breath, but in all honesty, he couldn't even tell. Everything about Sabrina seemed like a dream to him, a mere feverish fantasy and soon he would wake back up besides Esmé like usual. This instance, however, was very real and that's what startled John most.
