Her breath stopped short in her throat. Neville's voice as he said those words sounded so very similar to when they had first started dating - earnest and full of emotion. Hannah couldn't believe her ears. How could this be happening and now?
Did he really mean...?
Hannah wanted to say something back and her mouth fell open slightly, but then her lips were stopped by the warm press of his mouth against hers and she closed her eyes, her brain trying to process just what was happening. Her hand on reflex clenched and dug into Neville's robes, scrunching the fabric covering his chest.
And instead of pulling away, Hannah let herself kiss him back, her mouth working pliantly under his.