Ben was an idiot when it came to women and emotions. He'd never tried to deny that. She hadn't told him that this was a difficult time for her and he simply hadn't come to that conclusion on his own.
Honestly, he would've felt awful if he'd realize how horrible she was feeling but, in his mind, he was the wronged party.
Well, that wasn't entirely true... right now, he was the wronged party who was getting kissed and that had his full attention.
His lips moved with hers, keeping up with the almost desperate kiss she was pressing to his lips. If this was how she wanted to spend the evening he wasn't going to complain.