It wasn't like Lyla wanted to react to him the way she did. Sometimes he body just betrayed her and she found herself leaning into his touch when she knew she should be pulling away. Today, at least, she could blame partly on the cold.
It was possible to get frostbite on your brain and lose all your common sense as a result, right?
At any rate, she wasn't thinking of anything at all when Matt's lips brushed over hers. Nothing except for returning that soft pressure on her lips, leaning into the kiss and shifting a little closer to him as she deepened it just a little bit, letting out a soft sigh that died just as quickly as it escaped.
She'd definitely wonder what she'd been thinking later, but right now, kissing Matt back seemed like the best idea ever.