That was nothing like the boy she had met over the summer. Nothing at all. Ioan's lips were softer than she expected them to be and his hands felt warm against her. Really warm. The flush on her cheeks didn't fade, if anything it only turned brighter.
Kissing him was better than she had thought it would be. Terrified that he was going to be able to tell how little experience she had with kissing, Romilda didn't move to kiss him again. Even though she desperately wanted to.
She stumbled over a few words before Romilda could make herself speak clearly. "Much better than hexing you," she said softly.