Chris puffed out a laugh at her response and nodded, "a little" he said.
When she opened her mouth to his, his temperature began to rise and he took her invitation, deepening the kiss. All thoughts of who might be in the bar or who might have ruined her week flew out of his mind.
Breaking the kiss, a little suddenly, he smiled at her - his charming smile - feeling bad as he remembered that she'd had an awful week and was already tipsy when he'd arrived. "I'm sorry," he started, "Well, not about kissing you, but about the timing. I don't mean to take advantage of a bad mood and a strong drink." He explained. He sat back a little, giving them both some space, as he willed his heart to calm its racing.