Though her feet connected with the floor a little rougher than anticipated, Meghan didn't slip or stumble when she landed. She instantly looked around for her companion, and when she realized that he was standing right there, she grinned at him. She wasn't a mindreader, but his intentions were clear. At least, she thought they were.
Her eyes locked with his when his hands moved to her hips despite the fact that she didn't need his help, and like him, she thought briefly of kissing him… of winding her arms around his neck and brushing her lips over his. The thought was dismissed, though. It was only their first date. She didn't want to move too quickly or send the wrong message. Luckily, that internal struggle didn't keep her from closing her eyes and returning his kiss when he dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers.
The kiss deepened. It was more than just a mere peck of their lips, but at the same time, it was gentle and sweet. It was everything that a first kiss should be. She whimpered very softly when he pulled out of the embrace, but the protest was so quiet that she was sure no one else could hear it.
"What's next?" she questioned quietly, her eyes locked with his.
She didn't lean in to kiss him a second time, but she didn't pull away from him, either. She hoped it was obvious that she had enjoyed the kiss.