Her eyes met his when he pulled away, her lips remaining slightly parted until his covered hers again. It was odd how part of her knew they should stop, that she was moving ever closer to a fire that could devour and consume her, but she couldn't. She'd been too long without him to stop this, to let this pass without exploring, without taking full advantage of it.
Her mouth opened for him, her tongue touching his, sliding along it to his mouth, tasting, teasing, investigating. Her eyes closed, and when she felt his fingers in her hair, she made a soft noise against his mouth.
Should they stop? She wondered, now. Was it too much? Too soon? Too fast? But they'd been friends forever, and last year had just been ...
what? A mistake? An accident? There was a reason she'd held onto the grudge for so long, but here, now, with his lips against her, the feel of his body pressed to her own, she was hard pressed to remember why.