She blinked, holding tightly to his hand as she tried to regain her equillibrium. She felt a little tipsy, like the time she'd sneaked a taste of champagne at one of the Chateau Raith holiday galas. Some dark, sensual part of her whispered that he could give her much, much more, and she licked her lips, then reminded herself to take a deep breath.
"No, I'm good," she said, "That was..." Heady. Intoxicating. A little bit frightening. But good. She wondered if it was Bruce, or the fact that she was new to this, or if all kisses would taste like that. "Merry Christmas."