Phaedra let him pull her to her feet. She could've stopped him, easily. She was stronger. But she had no desire to. A warm hand engulfed hers. She wondered for a minute if she was unbearably cold to him. Phaedra never really cared about things like that-- who was she going to touch, other than a mark?
Lindsey looked down at her. She caught the thought he threw at her, and raised an eyebrow. He'd be the first to try anything like that in three centuries. Men would grab at her, yes, but kissing wasn't usually high on the list of priorities.
"You don't even know my name," she said, leaning her head upward so that the movement of her lips caused them to graze his. The sound was barely there, an afterthought.