She supposed she should have felt guiltier, or at least more disturbed. But she wasn't horrified, wasn't disgusted, wasn't anything but eager to get herself away and free.
All right. If she was going to kiss him, she'd kiss him, so no complaints could be made that she had half assed it or hadn't done a good enough job. Cordelia scooted closer, raising herself up onto her knees and closer, closer, until she could wrap her arms around his neck, twine her fingers into his hair, eyes on his.
"All right." And she leaned in, close enough that she could kiss him without even having to stretch her neck. "But promise me, first. Swear, on whatever it is that's sacred to you."
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She supposed she should have felt guiltier, or at least more disturbed. But she wasn't horrified, wasn't disgusted, wasn't anything but eager to get herself away and free.
All right. If she was going to kiss him, she'd kiss him, so no complaints could be made that she had half assed it or hadn't done a good enough job. Cordelia scooted closer, raising herself up onto her knees and closer, closer, until she could wrap her arms around his neck, twine her fingers into his hair, eyes on his.
"All right." And she leaned in, close enough that she could kiss him without even having to stretch her neck. "But promise me, first. Swear, on whatever it is that's sacred to you."