Strange as it was, Lydia already missed his warmth when he moved away. It felt as if she was outside of her own body, looking from the outside in. She could feel her heart begin to hammer steadily in her chest as his knuckles brushed against her jaw, and she felt herself swallow hard as she looked at him. "Of course," she said, a bit more breathlessly than she intended. "I'm glad you told me."
For a few moments, they just stayed where they were, seemingly suspended in time. Lydia was still on the counter, where they were able to be at eye level. And he was so close now that all Lydia would have to do was lean forward slightly to press her lips to his. It was what she wanted, but she wasn't sure if it was something that he really was ready for. So instead of just going for it, she placed her hand on the side of his face, letting his fingers play along his jawline, letting the choice become his. "You can kiss me if you want to," she told him softly, feeling a blush light her cheeks slightly. "I want you to."