Penny didn't think about what that look on his face meant. She didn't question why his hold around her was loosening or why his eyes were closing ever so slowly. She didn't think that the reason he was moving toward her was to kiss her. And perhaps that was why it was so special. It was unexpected and tender, and Penny, who knew absolutely nothing about kissing or boyfriends, where to put her hands or how to act in these sorts of situations, was oddly perfectly at ease. All she did was go with the moment and let her instincts guide her.
She felt her eyes close. The hand fixing his hair wasn't fixing it anymore. Instead, it rested lightly on the side of his head. She was far from pulling away, especially not after she closed the tiny gap between them and felt his lips touch hers. Her first thought after what seemed like a million years of no thoughts: strawberries for some reason. He didn't taste like strawberries nor was she wearing any sort of fragrance that even minutely resembled the scent of strawberries. However, she did remember the feeling she got whenever she ate strawberries, the only thing he was allergic to and the only she wasn't allergic to.
No one would ever believe her if she told them that kissing Bast was as delicious as a bowl of strawberries.