This was as close she had ever been to him without yelling at him or hitting him. Lily stared up into his face, taking it all in: his hair, forever untidy and falling over his eyes; his glasses, slightly askew and slipping down his nose; those eyes, which were gazing so intently into her own; his lips, thin and looking rather kissable; and finally the light bit of stubble on his jaw, which she hadn't even noticed from far away.
"Yes, I'm sure," she said, and carefully moved her hands away from his. Get a grip, Evans. "If you're sure it's all right for me to stay."