It's another tentative kiss, tasting him, testing him, watching him through her lashes. She licks him from her lips, shifting just so.

Their legs touch.

Their joined hands rest at her bosom.

She can let herself enjoy this. Caution gives way to softness, confusion to closed eyes; she whispers all her secrets into his mouth with slow, thorough kisses, discarding the uselessness of words. She can stay in this moment, and not think about the future, or the past. She can let him care about her, just for a while.