He was still in the throes of that weird loss feeling when she kissed him. And maybe it was that that had him not panicking about it. That had him tilting his head to return the kiss. It felt natural. It felt right. And maybe she kept it chaste, but it didn't feel like a kiss that should be just a brush of lips, it felt like something that should be really, truly felt.
So, Chase parted his lips and leaned closer, hand sliding up her back to the back of her neck to rest gently there. If this was their only shot, he wanted to make the kiss count.