Well he had to just go and spoil it, didn't he. That last stupid little comment, that dare ... when the time came she'd chalk her response up to a millennia of repressed emotion focussed for a blinding moment through the channel of a veritable kid. But for the time being? She'd plead insanity.
Her feet carried her forward as if pulled by a string, left hand grabbing his arm like a marionette to pull him around to face her. Right hand lifted, tracing his jaw, while she rose on tip-toes to deliver one soft, chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth --
and then literally ran the fuck away, a choked, "I'msorryIhavetogo...!" shouted over her shoulder.
Had she known she was going to get a box of bugs for the small cafe kiss, she would have violated him against a stranger's parked car for hours. C'est la vie.