He hadn't expected her to turn, thinking at she would be too distracted by the fireworks. His fingers still against her neck as his breath catches. Damn, he should have been able to see the shift in her face before she moved, but he'd been too distracted by... well... her.

A pause, then he coughs lightly, shifting his hand from the back of her neck to rub his thumb against her cheek. "You had a smudge," he mutters, his own cheeks flushing dark again.