He takes lazy steps until there’s hardly any room between them at all, chests almost touching and invading all of her space, breathing all of her air. Veronica doesn’t seem to mind, her eyes glancing back from Harry’s eyes to his lips like she doesn’t know where to look. And their chests do touch when Harry reaches a large hand out and wraps around Veronica’s skim middle, pulling her close into him until their flush together. His breath beats against her flushed cheeks, but she stares up at him through her glasses, eyes not so innocent behind long lashes. Lips parted, Harry thinks about kissing her before he does.