He felt her relax against him, pulling her near despite his better judgement, the fingers of one hand toying lightly with her hair as the shock wore off. He'd almost gotten to the point where, despite everything else she said, he'd written off the kiss at the lake as a fluke, a passing fancy, because it had seemed to be little more than that. It was hard to now, with the pair of them alone in a room with nothing but each other, and here she was again, in his arms, against all reason.
Breaking the kiss lightly, he opened his eyes to meet hers questioningly. What now? What did this mean, assuming it meant anything?