He had taken her to dinner, and they had met up at the ball, but, for some reason, this little adventure of theirs had felt different. Maybe it was the close physical contact, or maybe it was that they had to trust each other more when they were up in the air, but it felt like more, and standing in his kitchen, her words felt like more, too.
"I'm glad." His voice had gotten a little softer as his hand shifted up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, lingering a little on soft skin. He suddenly wanted her much closer, and as his gaze once again flicker to her lips and back up, he didn't stop himself. Instead, he let himself lean forward and press his lips gently to hers.