Re: Mezzanine
A fuzzy kind of delight curled in her belly, and she leaned across the arm of her chair. It was a bit awkward, but bracing her one hand on his knee allowed her to touch his mouth with the other. "Thank you," she told him as she ran her finger over his lower lip. Her fingers slid from his mouth to his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw.
Deciding that leaning was too uncomfortable, she slid out of her chair and sat on the arm of arm of his. She leaned down, studying his mouth at a much closer distance now. "I'd like to kiss you," she told him, since being forward was working for her. "And I think I'd like you to kiss me, too."