Lily leaned slightly up into the kiss as she thought about his words. His offer. The implications, the expectations. The doubts, the hopes, the guilt, the thrill. So many different feelings related to it, and she attempted to sort them all out. Which ones didn't matter, which ones were obligatory feelings, which ones were real?
"We can ... we can go to your place," she decided. "Just ... let me get some clothes and ... overnight things," she finished. Toothbrush, hairbrush, things like that. "Unless ... I wasn't spending the night?" Her eyebrows elevated slightly before her lips tugged into an impish grin.