She lets him pull her closer, and when he presses his lips to hers, she goes with it. It's both instinctive and the natural thing to do, and for the moment, she doesn't consider the whys and hows of the situation, or why he'd kiss her, or why any of this is happening. For that instant, nothing exists beyond their little bubble, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

It's exactly like the last time they kissed.

When it breaks off, she stays close, the tip of her nose almost brushing his, her weight leaned on one hand, the other hand on his cheek. She looks down for a second, averting her eyes, before making eye contact again.

"What was that for?" she asks, with a smile.