[She smiles at his inquiry, but just a little. Her fingers brush a lock of damp hair behind his ear and then settle on the back of his head, threading into his hair. The corners of her mouth pull upward slightly just before she leans in to press a soft kiss on his mouth, almost innocent if it hadn't been so slow and deliberate. She pulls back, watching him, as though testing whether the moment they shared the other night was real or something she dreamed.]