Harry nods, his hand halfway up to reach for her bottle when she hooks a finger into the collar of his shirt and pulls him in, pressing their lips together. Harry hums, pleasantly surprised, and lets her lick into his mouth. The spice tingles on his tongue, and he likes the feeling of her lip gloss rubbing off on him. It clings to his lips, a tacky sweet reminder even after she pulls away. Harry smiles up at her, glassy eyed. 