Adam
You took notes on what you had to do
To get the piece of the pie that belonged to you
It's the same up until he kisses her. The same confession, in the swamp they'd been whipped to by some unknown magic, the same giddy apprehension. Maybe not the same circumstances, though; maybe Adam isn't married, maybe Amalia never found her faith quite so devoutly. Things could be just different enough to let them go right, as Adam's thumb strokes over Amalias and his lips gently part away as he looks her up and down, carefully, asking silently if that had been okay. If this was the start of anything or if it was going to be forgotten about forever.
As far as he was concerned, he could kiss her again and again and not get tired of it, but Amalia had always had more reservations. Hand still on her cheek, his dark eyes found hers. "...How's that for an answer?"
You've been waiting for this ever since you were young
Be careful not to choke on your tongue
Be careful not to choke on your tongue