Before she could even question what he meant, she felt a pair of lips pressed to her own. It was a shock— one she wasn’t prepared for. And it was not the same as the quick, cursory pecks one would give during greetings or farewells, but a true kiss. And from Cameron:<i>her</i>Cameron. It was what she had once dreamed about but never dared allowed herself to indulge, not even in her imaginations.<br/><br/>For a moment, she returned his kiss— an impulse she couldn’t control, before she turned her cheek, trembling fingers to her lips. It was wrong, and yet, there she remained in his arms anyways.<br/><br/>“Why?” she said quietly to him, their lips still only a hair’s length apart. The temptation to press their lips together again was nearly overwhelming. “Why torment me with a kiss when you know my heart has always belonged to you?” If this was merely a kiss borne out of pity, she was sure it would break her even more.