James was much too close to her. Lily looked up, and a few of the raindrops clinging to the rims of his glasses dripped onto her nose. He was breathing softly, the warm hair hitting her cheek. Lily's laughter died pretty quickly.
He was leaning in. Her eyes widened. James Potter was going to-- But that was as far as her thought process went, because then his mouth was on hers and every thought in Lily's head was wiped clean. Every thought except the one that told her to kiss him back.
And so she did. Twining her arms around his neck as though they did this everyday, Lily moved her mouth with James's, and let the kiss continue on.