She blinked, surprised at the kiss, though a small smile played over her lips. "Yeah, I can help you," she whispered back, before tilting her head up, kissing him again, softly and sweetly.
She had been attracted to Damien, both phsyically and emotionally, finding in him someone she could confide in and relate to, someone who hadn't yet judged her for who she had been, but while she enjoyed teasing him and flirting...there wasn't a spark there, beyond a very close friendship.
Nick...Nick was already something different, and despite just meeting him, he ignited something in her that the others didn't. It wasn't lust, she was well used to that, and it wasn't simply passion...
He reminded her of home, of Boston and San Francisco, before her parents died, before she lost herself. He was so...normal and good.