Kimberly was taken a bit aback when, instead of answering her question right away, Connor kissed her again. ...twice. Clearly, he was okay with her having not waited until midnight for them to be standing under mistletoe. A smile crept over her lips when he spoke and she shook her head. "You haven't been, Connor," she insisted. She didn't feel like he had been; she knew he'd been hurt by someone and, to her, it was only natural for him to be wary of the opposite sex.
"I meant all of those things," she replied, the smile fading away as she looked back at him with a slightly drawn expression, her eyes locked on his again so that she could silently convey just how much she meant them. She wasn't entirely sure if 'all in' meant what she thought it did, but she didn't want to ruin the moment by asking, just yet.
Instead, Kimberly leaned forward and pressed her lips against his again, moving closer to him in a smooth, sliding gesture on the couch. One of her hands moved to his face and the other rested on his chest for a moment before sliding down to his forearm. She could ask in a minute; right now she just wanted to enjoy the fact that Connor was finally indulging what she'd been trying to invite for weeks. Months, actually, if she wanted to get technical about it and include Halloween.