"And you're still saying the say old drivel," she said with a grin.
Soon he was pulling her closer and she didn't resist at all. With a smile, she let her now empty hand rest on his shoulder. "I'm always right."
With that she accepted the kiss, her hand going to the nape of his neck on automatic. At the whistle, she pulled back with him, glancing over to where it came from. When he spoke, she looked back to him, raising her eyebrow in disbelief.
"You are not sorry," she said quietly before kissing him again.