Kiss her

Perhaps this was a push too far, but the welling of tears in her eyes catches you in a moment. You lean in and plant a gentle, loving kiss on her forehead.

She starts and looks at you, like a startled deer, her doe eyes glistening.

You lean in again, this time planting a lingering kiss on her lips. Short, but electric. You pull away again, and the silence grows between the two of you as you regard one another.

You become sharply aware that you have been absent-mindedly caressing her arm, leaving her goose pimpled.