The dream-like quality of things seemed to increase with the touch of her knee against his, her hands on his face. She was pulling him closer, and the world was spinning so deliciously, and the voice in Mike's head that insisted this might be a bad idea also seemed to be saying yes this is the best thing, the best thing you could be doing. And he couldn't argue with something like that, could he?
Kori's mouth melted into his, and all he could do was kiss her back: gently at first, a pleased growl in the back of his throat, but God everything was happening all at once and before he knew it Michael had snaked his arms around her, pressing her close to his body. She was warm and beautiful and just the way he remembered, which was perfect, and he couldn't help smiling into the kiss -- into the thrill that was kissing her.