The kiss was surprising to her but the... feeling behind it was far more so. Robert was gentle and emotive and she felt for a moment like the heroine in her novels, her mind screaming at her that this was wrong, but her heart feeling swayed by his emotion and tenderness.
When the kiss ended and his forehead rested against hers, she breathed out a sigh and then seemed to come to her senses, stepping back a safe distance, now apparently freed from the charm of the mistletoe. She breathed again, once in, once out and looked up at him with wide eyes, shaking her head a bit in confusion, her eyes begging him to both explain and say nothing at all, all at once.
She licked her lips unconsciously and then said, "I should go," leaving his whispered confession and her confusion and his tenderness behind her as she turned and melted into the crowd, unable to stop herself from reaching up to touch her lips as she slipped through the throng. She made her way back to the bar they'd started at, got her champagne, and then wove through the people once more searching out her boyfriend.