Maybe it was the fact that this was such a turnaround from the way things had happened with the Johnny of her time that was making it hard for this to feel anything but surreal. With that Johnny, she’d kissed him when she’d thought he was near death. After he’d healed, there’d been talking and he’d told her about what had happened to his family, and said that he had feelings for her too, but things had moved slowly at first. He’d needed time and she could respect that. This... this was different. The kiss had caught her by surprise and her brain was still racing to keep up even as her lips tingled for more. She was torn and when it came down to it, the way she felt now was more intense than the way she’d felt when she’d kissed the Johnny of her time. Oh, she’d felt strongly back then, but there was a lot more here.
Mary turned her hand so her palm was facing his and gave Johnny’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“If you’re not going anywhere, then be here. Tomorrow. We can go out for breakfast. Have a date of sorts.”
Her tone was almost pleading that he understand, that he let her have this night to have it all sink in, to try to get past the fear that the rug would be yanked out from under her if she got too comfortable in this potential change of direction in their relationship.