He wasn't fighting her. He was allowing her to get closer and all she could think was that it felt right. She didn't have any experience with boys. She'd never even kissed a boy before. She'd never gone on a date, unless a school dance counted. She didn't have the first idea about what to do with a boy. She was going off a base instinct that drew her to him and urged her to be closer to him.
Their mouths were inches apart and she knew that she wanted to kiss him. He was bending and she was reaching when he felt his hands on her. She sucked in a breath when his hand touched her stomach and she wanted him to touch her lower on her body. But before she could voice such an opinion, he was pushing her away.
His face was red and she didn't understand what was happening. But the further he got from her, the more she came back to herself. She mimicked his movement and took a step back as well. Her mouth fell slowly open as she recalled what she had been doing and what a fool she must have made of herself. She blushed as hard as Desmond, if not more. She began to shake her head, wet strands flying every which way.
She lunged for her door and wrestled it open, not bothering to shut it behind her as she ran for her dresser and picked up the talisman and threw it around her neck. Instantly, she felt its effects and she sighed in relief. She took a few cleansing breaths before she headed back out, shutting the door behind her.
"I'm sorry. That was not me..." She wanted to reassure him that she wasn't that kind of girl. She didn't throw herself at every man that came along. She tucked the talisman beneath her shirt and wiped a hand over her face. "What are you, anyway?"