She smiled at him fondly, her hand lifting to run through his hair much as it had on the pitch. "I don't hate you. I don't think I could ever hate you, George."
She had no idea why she did what she did next. Was it loneliness? Was it being caught up in the moment? Was it the general arousal of dancing catching up with her? Or was it something else entirely that had yet to make itself known in her conscious mind? She didn't know, but whatever it was, it made her suddenly want nothing more than to kiss him.
And so she did, leaning forward to press her lips against his, not knowing why, but knowing that it felt right.