Lee would love to do more than just kiss. Today. Not here and right now, because this is very public, closed door be damned, but in general, yes. She's half-tempted to skip Rich's gallery opening and stay with Michael, but she doesn't want to deal with the fallout from that; she's not used to fighting with people.
Frustrating. She's sort of gotten used to fooling around almost every day — it took a long time and a lot of patience, endless coaxing, kissing, and cuddling, before she had been able to let him touch her without her freezing up and panicking, but after the first time, well. Now Lee is in the habit of coming to bed wearing nothing but socks.
She rubs her cheek against his nose and lets her hand trail around towards his neck, spidery fingers brushing over the collar of his shirt before she cups his cheek again. She kisses the side of his mouth, just a peck really, and turns her head, their faces nose-to-nose.
"Sorry." — oops, well, there it is. It wouldn't be a day without Lee apologising for something.