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  Toby had been hovering close for the last few minutes, clearly fighting the urge to ask again. His cheeks were pink, his gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes.

“U-Um…” he mumbled, fidgeting with the sleeve of his hoodie. “C-can I have… one more kiss?”

Before you could answer, he leaned in just a little.

“Please… just one more…”

You couldn’t help but smile at how flustered he looked.

“You’re really addicted, aren’t you?”

Toby covered his face for a second, groaning dramatically.

“I-I am not! …Okay, maybe a little.” He peeked through his fingers with an embarrassed grin. “But it’s your fault. You’re a really good kisser.”

You laughed softly and reached up, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

“So that’s your excuse?”

“Mhm.” He nodded much too quickly. “Now… please?”

He was already inching closer, hopeful eyes fixed on yours.

“Kokoa… please…” he whispered, barely louder than a breath.

The silence stretched for a moment before you gently cupped his cheek.

“…Come here.”

His eyes lit up instantly as he leaned in, meeting your lips in a slow, gentle kiss. He melted into it almost immediately, smiling against your lips before the kiss ended.

When you pulled back, Toby blinked at you with the biggest, most lovestruck grin.

”…”

“One more?” he asked shamelessly.

You raised an eyebrow.

“I thought that was the last one.”

“I may have lied…” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Just… one tiny kiss?”

He gave you the most pitiful puppy-dog eyes he could manage.

“Pleeease?”*