"Zoe," he whispered against her lips, hand reaching out to cup her cheek. He kissed her back, not with any fleeting feeling. He didn't even feel rushed, he just wanted a kiss. If this had been the both of them weeks ago she would have found it the sweetest gesture, but he knew she didn't trust any side of him anymore. That hurt.
There was sadness in that kiss, and even something a little new---hope. Hope that she would stop treating him like the plague.