If any of her friends knew she was kissing an older boy in his bedroom of all places they would probably be a little scandalized; Usagi doesn't care though. It feels right, having him pull her so close like that.

There's a flood of emotion. Joy. Love. Relief. Desire. Longing. And a lot more. The last time they held one another things all ended in tragedy, but in this moment it feels like it could be different. She only pulls away enough to catch her breath, resting her forehead against his.