Extract of Triangle: Lea and Keith understand

"So," Léa said, leaving her remark of 'where does that leave us?' hanging in the air. She pursed her lips and paused her fidgeting fingers.
Keith hummed to himself. He breathed in and out, letting the woman wait. She was just as pretty as the moment he had first laid eyes on her, even when that moment had been one shrouded by night. Now they were open with each other, Keith was surprised that these qualities of Léa hadn't changed.
That made him happy.
And Keith challenged himself not to forget that this time.
"Léa –"
"Yes?"
"I think..." He coughed. Time to swallow the pride. "I think I've fallen in love with you."
"You think?"
Keith blinked. Had she really said that outside of his mind? But the woman was neither bitter nor sardonic, only on the cusp of giggling.
And what a beautiful cusp it was.
He smiled, first from his eyes, and then when he was surer of what he was about to do, from his lips. They ogled each other for over a minute, grinning and giggling lightly together. Léa was the first to silence herself, but only because she was the first to move. Her teacup was abandoned, and, as Léa stood, the aroma of tea wafted its way over to him. He resolved to take tea more often.
Their eyes darted like glowbugs. Each look towards the woman showed Keith more of what he wanted to know. The feeling bit at him, once, twice, returning for a third time when her expression said it all.
Keith took one step forward and Léa none back.
He leant in gently, so gently lest Léa change her mind and spirit away. Luckily, her lips were separating, two plump lines of red, slightly creased from where she had escaped putting on any makeup that morning.
They kissed. As they did so, Keith, eyes shut though he needed not to imagine her beauty, felt Léa lift her hands up to his shoulders. She remained the recipient of the kiss, coaxing the lover Keith to escape from his rational heart and embrace her. That he did, throwing his arms around her back in joy. Her shirt was creased the further he drew his arms up, a little small if anything as it clung to her shoulder-joints and her clavicle. When his hands reached her semi-bare neck, excitement rushed through Keith; his fingers ruffled the short spikes that formed the end of her hair.
Kissing Léa was fun!
He was about a head taller, and, subsequently, had been pushing Léa back in the time he had spent leaning down to her height. Before they smacked against the wall, Keith drew away from the kiss – only, he kept his arms slack around Léa’s body; she herself released her wrists from his shoulders, but kept her head close to his, forehead warm against forehead.
“Thank you,” she said.
Keith tipped his lips. “What for?”
“No reason. I just meant ‘thank you’, nothing more.”
There was always a reason. But it didn’t matter to Keith. Let Léa have her secrets, as long as they were about him.