It was amazing how a girl could make him feel so completely and utterly terrified, just by being there. Caradoc had gone to war, had battled Death Eater's, had survived intense missions, and yet it was Petunia Evans that frightened him beyond belief. She mattered and she could very easily shatter what he wanted. There was nothing to fight for like there was in a war. Either she did or didn't feel the same about him and nothing he could say or do would change that unless he could change himself. Trying to stutter out an apology and hoping that it would smooth over all the damage he'd just done, he fell silent at the feel of her hands on his shoulder. The gesture managed to ground him, steadying his shaking hands as he looked at her and waited for her acceptance or rejection. He had been banking on the latter which was why when he was met with the former he was all the more surprised.
A soft noise of surprise was muffled between their mouths before Caradoc realized this was his opportunity and returned the kiss, arms wrapping snugly around her waist to hold her to him. It was much better than the last kiss that he'd initiated, firmer and fuller and completely breathtaking. It was only with a sharp breath that it finally broke and Caradoc found himself blinking owlishly at her once more. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he parted his lips to speak before her words sunk in and he found himself unable to resist the urge to smile. "Oh." he murmured softly, "Oh, is that what you're supposed to do?" he teased in response, letting out a soft laugh before cupping her face in hand and pressing another soft kiss to her lips.