Cathal hadn't quite realised how much he did want to kiss her, not until that moment when their lips had touched. (Was it just that it had been a long time since he'd kissed anyone?) But as he ended the kiss, he felt a pang of regret, and so Marcie's words were well welcome to his ears.
He moved his hand upwards so that he could brush her hair off her face and tuck it gently behind her ear. "As you wish," he whispered, before kissing her again and shifting a little closer on the couch. He wasn't going to push anything here, but there was something enticing about kissing a girl he was still getting to know beside a fire, the sounds of voices all around them.