He stood stunned for a moment. Overthinking it, indeed. All of the thought and worry and fear melted away and he stepped after her, his eyes on hers. He let his control and meticulousness drop to the background for once and instead just focused on what he wanted. His hands found her waist and he drew her in close, and his lips found hers as he pressed a deep, full, burning kiss against her mouth. His arms wrapped around her tight and he lifted her back up to her toes, clutching her close, squeezing her against his bare chest and torso. He kissed her deep and full until his lungs began to burn with the need for air, and even then held the kiss until he absolutely had to let go.<br/><br/>Carson let her drop back down flat on her feet, but his hands didn't leave her sides, and his cheeks were flushed red. "I'm," he started, but he wasn't sure what he was. He managed a soft, breathless chuckle and shrugged a little, a smile tugging the corners of his lips. "I might have said I'm sorry but I'm really not. In fact I think I should have probably done it before I started to walk away. At least I made up for it now though." He had to make an effort to stop from talking more, his thoughts really racing now. He did his best to ignore them, though, and leaned down to press his forehead against hers.