Mmm okay she didn't care what he'd been going to say (or about correcting his implication that she was a child of the gods, Patrick wasn't a god) because kissing was a better use of their mouths. This was kinda her daydreaming coming to life, and that arm around her back was really nice, even if she could barely feel it through the chunky knitted sweater she was wearing. His own clothes were thinner, she could feel the warmth of him beneath the fabric as she wrapped her own bottle-free arm around him, slowly closing her hand into a fist at the back of his shirt while they kissed.
"Been thinkin' bout kissing you since my birthday," she didn't mind admitting, flashing a grin at him. "That's not so much a secret, though."