Ben rested his forehead against hers then, holding her hand as he kept her close to him and shook his head slowly, very slowly as his eyes closed, "I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't... I shouldn't..." He whispered then looked at her, "But I want you, I desire you, it eats at me completely and entirely. I can't ignore it any further... I shouldn't ignore it any further."
He brushed at her cheek slowly, caressing and he shook his head, "I don't know why I feel weak, I just do... would we have to keep it secret?"
He watched her eyes, the drunkenness obvious there, and it was obvious his inhibitions were gone, and he pushed his lips against hers. Kissing her longingly, pent up desire from years filling each tendril of that kiss.