He hesitated and she held her breath, waiting to see if his liquid courage would hold up. He did lean in and kiss her and she smiled into it, reaching in to rest her hand on his upper arm.
"I'm glad you like me, Rémy. I like you too. Very much." she whispered, smoothing her hand down his arm, lightly stroking. She would be fine simply kissing him, though she had a feeling that he might want more. All men wanted more...but Rémy wasn't all men.