She was still rattled by the way Harry had kissed her. It was beyond passionate. But there had been something nervous and needy there, too. Understandable, really, considering how he'd built up this silly idea that she was going to react so badly to him. She wondered how long it would be before he would drop these irrational fears. Ages, probably. That didn't matter so much, not if her kisses were the only tonic he needed. She had plenty of those in store for him.