He wished that she had stayed, or, well, he was wishing it right now. They could have worked something out, couldn't they? He wanted to think that they could. Of course, any self control that she had now she had probably needed to learn over the years. Then again, Mere seemed to come through with at least a little of it.
Too many questions.
None of which were going to get answered by thinking about them. No, all he wanted to do right now was kiss her. As if reading his mind (could she do that?), she pulled him down and met him halfway for one. He met her the rest of the way and completed the kiss, pulling her even closer to him. It wasn't like he had to think about giving her the ability to breath anymore, did he?