And relaxes somewhat. Only somewhat. Now she's all full of weird nervous energy and uncomfortably sober. She'd start drinking again but she knows exactly how much alcohol is in Michael's apartment and it's not enough — also she would have to get up, which. No thanks.
Her hand presses to his chest, slides up to his neck, resting just under his jaw. She turns her head to kiss him again, very soft, feeling very vulnerable, which is only partially because she's the more naked person now.