Katie looked up at George and then closed her eyes as he kissed her. It was soft yet urgent and she threaded her fingers in his hair as he pressed against her.
A tiny voice in the back of her head called her a hypocrite; it wasn't three days ago that she'd been telling Timothy that she couldn't do casual, that she didn't want to kiss anyone but him. Yet here she was, kissing and planning to do more with George.
But she didn't feel like a hypocrite. Because this was different. It was casual, but more intimate than that. Because it was George and she trusted him intrinsically. She didn't trust Timothy like that; she couldn't. It was the kind of trust one built over years. This was meant to happen with George; it was right with him. And she had the funny feeling that things wouldn't be awkward afterward.
"Hold on," she whispered before apparating them to her flat.