Gino instinctively leaned down to bridge the quite substantial height difference between the two of them as Locke reached up to brush her lips very lightly over his. Shivering helplessly, he stared at her, finally bringing up his hands to rest them lightly against her narrow shoulders. Just a moment ago she had been shaking and miserable, and now she was kissing him. It didn't quite add up in his mind.
Pulling back a bit, he looked at her, his eyes serious. "You... you don't have to do that if you don't want to."