She was moving before she'd made the conscious decision to do so, closing the space between them with unhurried steps. She reached his side, it seemed, before her mind had even registered her movement. Carefully, slowly, she placed her right hand on his cheek. She hadn't touched him, really touched him, since the first day he'd arrived. This time, she didn't pull her hand away. The way he looked at her...no one had ever looked at her like that. Everything about him was too much. Just being next to him seemed to overwhelm everything else, ever thought or instinct paling in comparison to the feel of his skin beneath her fingers. She couldn't name the feeling she had for him. She wouldn't name them. She refused. Instead, closed her eyes and leaned down, gently brushing her lips against his. The first time she'd kissed him, it had meant nothing, and she hadn't held back. When he'd kissed her, it had been the same. This...this was not like that. She swallowed, her eyes opening to look at him, barely an inch away.
Panic fluttered in her chest. Her sexuality had always been her most easily accessible weapon. She had never been gentle with a single creature in her entire life. Her eyes widened in something akin to fear, and she backed away from him, nearly stumbling as she did so. Her back hit the door to the small apartment, and she twisted the knob, still looking at him. Less than a minute had passed. She slid out the door without speaking, terrified of what she might say. Refusing to think about what she'd done, she ran.