Much’s eyes widened a little as she edged that little bit closer, and he’d just begun to open his mouth to say something distracting when she closed the distance between them and pressed her mouth against his.
She was lovely, and her lips were so soft, and he felt all sorts of protective and close feelings for her but not... not this. Oh no he thought, and gently curled his fingers around her shoulder to ease them apart. “Marcie...” he said, unhappily, his eyes on hers, but his heart beating fast. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”