Whoa! Daphne's eyes went very wide as she realized that Nikolas was actually leaning forward. A hand raised, almost instinctively, to rest over his as it moved to the side of her face. The moment his lips touched hers, she had to tell herself to breathe. Daphne couldn't tell if it was shock or anxiety that had her heart racing in her chest, and threatening to pound out of her ears. The entire marketplace faded away and the sounds became muffled as all she could hear, feel and see was Nikolas kissing her.
Eyes slowly closed as she felt herself easing into the kiss. This wasn't so bad, actually. He wasn't a bad kisser and Merlin, now she felt silly for actually thinking he wouldn't take the bait. Her cheeks turned a fiery crimson against his hand, as her fingers trailed down from his hand to lace into the front of his shirt just slightly. It was more so to keep herself steady, as she could sense those tell-tale signs that she might actually go weak in the knees - whether it was because of the kiss or her shoes was up for debate.