Dawn's other hand let go of her knees as well, and her legs stretched out in front of her so that they weren't in the way any longer, allowing her to turn towards him just a little more, moving into the tightened hold. In all honesty, she'd never thought about this. Whatever attraction she'd felt - to anyone, really, but especially to Connor - she had quelled, thinking it better to avoid the connection. Before, since she hadn't known how long she was really going to stay at the prison; and recently, because she'd felt guilty about being the reason Glory was there.
All thoughts left her head as the kiss deepened, and Dawn relaxed into it. This was nothing like what happened to her on the road, and so that didn't even register as a blip at the moment. When Connor pulled back, she nearly followed, leaning in a little more until she felt his forehead against hers. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and studied him, surprised at his words. Faintly, she gave a soft, breathless laugh. "Um. No. You, um, didn't," she whispered, squeezing his hand a little.