At her admission that she had not minded, or had even wanted the kiss, Eward relaxed. Her hands were a welcome feeling on his chest and he silently wished for her to allow them to linger. Her voice held something he had only heard from her on a few occasions, but he refrained from recalling them now; to do so would inevtiably make him desirous and as her mere presence was enough to incite that in him he thought it would be unwise.
"I am glad. I would hate to continue life with you now in the same manner as we did all those years of childhood together..."