Katherine savored his return of her kiss, shivering in his arms both from cold and in the sensation of his lips against hers. She felt a strange warmth in her stomach, stronger than she had in their previous chaste kisses. Perhaps it was the situation, or just maturation, but Eward's hands felt that little bit stronger on her back, his lips only a bit more tender, his body softer and gentler.
When Eward broke their kiss, Katherine was not surprised; it was horribly inappropriate of her to have kissed a man not her betrothed at a funeral for a father figure to them both. She looked softly up into his eyes, shifting closer, their bodies nearly touching, not a breath between them. "I cannot go back there, not yet," Katherine murmured, her voice tinged with sadness. "I...I can bear the cold," she continued, pressing close to him and laying her head against his chest.