"Good," Lydia smiled, her hands idly playing with his arm and the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck. "I think it was much more than okay."
Glancing down at his fingers, Lydia giggled slightly, turning her head to kiss his wrist. "That's how it should feel. Exhilarating and a little terrifying and like you're losing yourself. That's how you know you're kissing who you should be kissing." She kissed him gently once more, before becoming slightly braver, brushing her lips up his jaw and stopping once she reached his ear. "You don't have to stop right now. This feels right."