She feels that kiss, and it aches, somewhere down deep in her heart. It feels like hello and goodbye all tangled up in one, and she doesn't want it to end.

But it has to, because that's not the kind of kiss she wants from him. She doesn't want chaste, and safe. She doesn't want comforting. She wants so much more, and after a moment, she decides she's done waiting. Her eyes open, and she lifts her head again, seeking out his gaze. Willing him to feel this, too, before it overwhelms her.