Bond had truly meant to watch Netflix with Lydia when he had asked her to come over to his apartment. That was what he had meant to do, but when he felt Lydia's lips brushing against his ear... that was when he knew that watching Netflix was definitely not going to be happening.
Not that he particularly minded, he had offered to help take Lydia's mind off things. And if this was how she wanted to take her mind off her issues... who was he to deny her? Sure, she was seventeen. But she was only going to be seventeen for a few more months. So it wasn't that bad, right?
"Not when you do that..." he said softly. His hands rested on her hips as his head turned slightly, his lips brushing lightly against hers. He pulled her closer to him as he kissed her, his original plan of watching Netflix with her leaving his mind entirely.
He allowed the kiss to linger for a moment or two before he spoke. "If I ask you to join me in my room... you cannot tell a soul."