[The possibility of pushing him away, of ending this kiss or his embrace don't even cross Yona's mind. Not when she so clearly feels like she has been waiting to kiss Hak ever since she met him when she was little, so often looking at him without really seeing.
The way she kisses him it's plain to see that she never has kissed anyone else before, fumbling her way through it clumsily, but making more than up for it with feeling. Her heart seems to be overflowing with those suddenly and she tries to pour them all into this touch of lips against lips.
When it ends eventually, like what isn't more than a minute at most but feels like a lifetime of fulfillment, of an unknown heaviness being lifted from her heart at last, Yona doesn't pull away. Her own arms holding on to him, she gazes up into his eyes again, wanting to see the same expression there that she is sure her own eyes hold. Adoration, curiosity, the tiniest hint of shyness.
She should say something, she thinks, but can't think of a thing to say. Nothing but ...]