[And really, as much as she would have loved to have blamed it on him, she knew that she couldn't.
She swallowed, her gaze moving to his lips. They had to kiss better. That's what they'd just been instructed to do. So, if they did, it wasn't as if they had a choice, it was what they had to do. At least that's what she was trying to convince herself.
But she knew she wanted it, Buddha help her, she did.
And before she could change her mind or even begin to talk herself out of it, she was moving one of her hands to cup the back of his neck and she was drawing his head down as she was lifting her own and she kissed him. Kissed him exactly how she'd been wanting to for the longest time.]