"No matter what," she agreed in a soft tone, her eyes looking at their hands and then up at him. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for, but honestly she was always the one to make the moves and now, this wasn't going to change. Her hand moved to grasp his shirt and then kissed him.
The kiss wasn't as soft as they were both acting, it was heated, fueled with a passion that words couldn't even rely. She parted her lips for her tongue could press against his lips then twine with his. She kissed him until she couldn't breathe, then pulled back, hair falling in her face, "no matter what," she breathed.