He closed his eyes. She kissed him. Granted, on the cheek, but still. She really, really needed to stop doing that.
"I wish you wouldn't," he said quietly, "I know you mean well, but you can't just kiss me like that. I ... It leads me to places I've no business being anywhere near."
Places like the time by the lake. Or any number of other times he'd conjured up in his head. He gazed balefully to her, pleadingly almost, lips twitching as if he might have something to add then stilling as he decided he didn't.