Maryanne would have explained that she was worried that she would say something insulting, rather than what she meant. But when he took a seat beside her, she found herself lost in his closeness. Knowing, in that moment, that if he decided that this wasn't worth his time tomorrow, that she'd still be glad she'd followed Mitchell's advice. To not let her vices and fears of today get in the way.
She sucked in a slow gasp through her nose, as his lips touched her own. A hand came up to slide into his hair, so that she could deepen the kiss, just a little bit. So that the gentle show of affection could speak the words that she wasn't sure she was brave enough to say out loud.