When he turned around, at first she did not flinch as she looked at him, staring at the only parts she could see of his face- his lips.
Memories flooded back to her, the kisses like this, in the rain, beneath the bed, with her hands over his eyes so all she could see were his lips in which to kiss.
Gasping, she took a step back as he came near her.
"You're Merric Rastognlir, aren't you?" And then boldly, to prove her point, she grabbed onto his hood and threw it off and with a gasp, looked back into the most familiar face of a friend long forgotten. Or rather, he had always been something more than a friend.
Her heart froze within her chest, her mouth, gaping open as she peered back at him and exclaimed, "Oh my god..."
And all she could do, was stare.