It was a great four seconds. Be it the alcohol or the simple fact that it was Nikolai, but kissing him felt pretty great. So great that Sasha was already sighing into that kiss before it ended--very abruptly, actually. Inconveniently abruptly.
"What? No, why? I promise I'm thinking straight, I'm thinking very straight." She sat up, her back as straight as she thought her thoughts were, and leaned over the edge of the couch to set her water down on the floor; though she nearly lost her balance, all she had to do was grab a handful of Nik's shirt to keep herself oriented.
"If you like me then you should definitely kiss me because I like you and I want you to."