She breathed in Anon’s scent and smiled as she made her move. She tilted her head a bit more, leaning her body into him. It made him nearly fall backwards, but he kept his ground, choosing to hold her sides instead of her cheeks. She nearly gasped, but kept her plan in motion. She was going to do something that she had never done before (it was referenced in that novel of hers somewhere… was it page two hundred and forty-eight?), one that spoke volumes as to how much she loved this, and how much she liked him.