You calls him pretty. Just once. But Childe freezes, then turns his head slowly, a grin tugging at his lips. He leans in, elbow propped to balance himself as he hovers just a little closer.

“Call me that again.”

His grin falters for a split second. Just enough for her to see it. Childe then smirked, breath grazing her lips.

“Pretty?”

“…You know that’s not fair. You say stuff like that, and I forget how to breathe.”

He inches in again, eyes flicking to her lips—just for a second..

“One more time, and I’m kissing you so long the tide might pull us out.”