[Unfortunately, their position doesn't offer the distraction that it would normally because there are so many other important things to think about. She's equally as nervous, scared and already hating herself for hurting him. She nods a little.] Right. Keep--repeatedly doin' it would just make it harder on you.
[Another deep breath.] I really, really like you.
[She thinks it should be said before she's forced to hurt him. After a moment, she puts her hands on his shoulders and leans in, pausing when her lips are just a breath away from his.] Take a deep breath. [She whispers and closes that space between them. She doesn't start the kiss off soft, light or chaste. If they've got to do this, time won't afford them the luxury of easing into it.]