Lavender gasped softly, very aware of his closeness. She could smell the scent of his skin and feel a warmth that had very little to do with the wine she'd drunk.
"Well, you're not backwards in coming forwards, are you?" she murmured, the edges of her lips turned up in a small smile. It only took her a second to make a decision, eyes shutting as she closed that gap between them and pressed her lips to his.