She reached over and held his cheek in her hand, she ran her thumb back and forth gently. She was looking into his eyes and he was looking back, burning through her soul. He liked her, if he really did, why was he fighting it. She leaned forward slowly as though she didn’t want to frighten him. He reached up and pulled his hands around her neck running his thumb up the side of her throat. After a moment he pulled her into him and their lips crashed together desperate for each other's touch. She kissed him back hard and brushed his lips with her tongue, his tongue met hers and she moaned into his mouth.