It still surprises her, how quickly it all happens; one moment, the only point of contact between them is the joining of their hands, the warmth of his skin against her own, and then before she can blink he's closing the remaining distance altogether, drawing near until there's nothing that can constitute as space between them.

It's different, in a sense, from the kiss earlier shared, but it still grips her tight in her chest, that inner warmth that starts deep in her chest and ripples outward until she's shifting forward, leaning over the table to cup his face in her hands.