Nicky didn't answer her right away. Well, he didn't answer her with words at all. As Meg spoke, Nicky bit down on hip lip, hard, though stopping at the point where he would normally draw blood. He did that far too often, there was a scar there. His stomach was flipping in a tidal wave of over-active butterflies.
When she was done, he looked away for a moment. There wasn't even the hint of a question in his eyes that he didn't want to kiss her. The question was whether he should or not. Obviously the answer to that was that he shouldn't. But Nicky didn't like that answer.
Moving his arms, slowly from around her waist, dragging his fingers slowly over her thighs and up her stomach, taking her shirt with his fingers, he kissed her again. Much more then just a friendly little kiss this time though.