She appreciates the cadence of the verse, and, predictably, starts
composing music to go along with it in the back of her mind.
Ulla tries to keep her eyes on the page, to follow along, but eventually,
her gaze is pulled toward Taylor's face. Her head bowed over the page, her
lips forming the words. She lingers there for a moment, and when Taylor
reaches a natural pause, Ulla can't resist.
Even if the angle isn't quite right for a proper kiss, she leans in to
press one to the corner of Taylor's mouth.
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She appreciates the cadence of the verse, and, predictably, starts composing music to go along with it in the back of her mind.
Ulla tries to keep her eyes on the page, to follow along, but eventually, her gaze is pulled toward Taylor's face. Her head bowed over the page, her lips forming the words. She lingers there for a moment, and when Taylor reaches a natural pause, Ulla can't resist.
Even if the angle isn't quite right for a proper kiss, she leans in to press one to the corner of Taylor's mouth.