'Oh, my.' It was the only thought that entered Thérèse's head before her mind went blank altogether and she just kissed back, her eyes closing. She'd wanted this ever since that night where she and Christopher had had dinner, flirting and... well, drinking, and that had been clear enough. But now he had kissed her, and she was kissing back, trying desperately not to put too much passion into it so soon. She had so much feeling pent up, but she didn't want to scare him away.
She couldn't help letting her hands slide up to the sides of his neck, tilting her head, utterly focused on him. She wasn't thinking or caring much whether this was right or wrong or 'the done thing'. She was kissing Christopher Blake, nothing the hell else mattered.