Pretend it's Robin, Marian told herself, clinging desperately to that single idea. Just pretend that it's Robin, and he's kissing you, and everything is going to be okay.
But it was so hard to pretend, so hard to kiss him back and imagine her love. It didn't help that Marian didn't even know if Robin was still her love anyway. The last six months of their relationship they'd barely even seen each other, and when they had it had been tense or outright antagonistic. He was never going to forgive her for Guy, not really.
And he was never going to forgive her for this either.
Kissing the Sheriff, leaning into him, holding him close to her: these were choices that Marian was going to have to answer to one day.