"I never thought you didn't," she whispers back, serious now, eyes snapping back up to his as he leans just a bit closer, her lips parting unconsciously as if in invitation -- they're only a handful of inches apart as it is, it would be so easy to close the remaining distance between them. She doesn't know what happens; can't justify it with reason. For once she doesn't think, just acts according to the yearning that overwhelms her, leaning slowly in the rest of the way and pressing her lips softly against his.