Liz let her eyes travel to the door, as if examining it would change something. "Sorry, I don't mean to come over here and stir shite up, yeah, but it...whatever." She scowled at herself and drank half the glass of milk wishing it were something else.
Fuck it.
She was on his side of the room faster than you could say 'wickit' avoiding the milk and treats, and shoved him backwards. Keeping her hands on his chest to support her weight, she let her lips fall down on his, capturing a kiss she'd wanted for reasons she shouldn't. Maybe she'd regret it later, but right now? It was better than the ruddy Boston Cream.