James didn't speak right away either, but simply stared at her, looking as though he had been shell-shocked by his own actions. His breath continued to puff against her cheek in short beats, his hazel eyes wide behind his spectacles, which were slipping down his nose. Lily reached up and brushed her wet hair back behind her ear with a shaking hand.
"Yeah!" she agreed thankfully, when he suggested going inside. "Right...not good to be out in wet clothes in this weather, is it?" Could I have said anything more stupid than that? she wondered to herself.
When he suggested meeting back in the common room for tea, Lily's intuition, the thing which had always warned her against James Potter in the first place, kicked in full force. She had really just snogged him. What the bloody hell was she thinking?
"Um, actually, I need to, uh...I have some studying to do. Huge essay due on Friday. Yeah."