Annabelle can tell what's going to happen when he catches her gaze again before he does it—she remains still, lidding her eyes. Her heart skips a beat, and she feels that electric heat swell through her body in a tingling pulse just from the warmth of his proximity and breath. Another wave flows through her, stronger this time, when she feels the plush of his lips. It's gentle and sweet, and she finds it suits him.

She isn't positive how to respond, but she presses into the kiss with amateur uncertainty and eagerness. It's still soft, though, especially from someone as clumsy, confident and fiery as Annabelle. When the kiss breaks, she makes a breathy little laugh of amusement.

"...That feels good," she reports quietly. So she leans forward a little bit again, giving him a kiss herself—and it's a little more confident, like she's understanding what she wants.