Panic filled Charlie at first, as Ben froze in what she was sure would be shock and fear about what had happened. But then Ben was holding her, and wow, that felt nice. Really nice. It was probably the best kiss she’d had with a guy before, and it had nothing to do with technique. The fact that it was Ben wasn’t weird, not really. In fact, it made Charlie feel oddly safe, as if Ben wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her as long as they were together like this.
She let the rather innocent kiss linger, finally pulling back when the need for air began to beat her worry about what happened when the kiss ended. Her arms had ended up around Ben’s neck, dangling wrists and fingers numb with cold. But her cheeks were on fire, and she was still right up against his thigh and side.
“Um.” That was her first word, apparently totally silenced for a few moments. “I didn’t… really have a plan B,” she admitted, the waitress walking over, and then promptly turning around when she saw just what was going on. “But… and I might be wrong here, but I think that maybe that wasn’t terrible for you.”