He let her pull away even though a bit part didn't want to break the kiss. Breaking the kiss meant he had to think and face what he was doing which was not something he was looking forward to. Merrill looked up at him and his stomach felt like it was doing the tango. Her eyes weren't quite focused and she looked so beautiful. Maker, Hawke would kill him and he would deserve it.
He didn't let go of her; she seemed to unsteady and he really didn't want to let her go. He did look away, because if he kept looking at her face, lips that were a little swollen from kissing and her cheeks all flushed, he would probably kiss her again.
"I. Merrill." He should let her go. He should push her out the door and take a very nice cold shower. "I." He didn't know what to say. "Hawke is going to kill me."