She realizes that she held her gaze at his lack of towel a bit too long and turns.  Her cheeks so fired up, even her ears were red.  She doesn't know why she doesn't just leave and let him dress in peace, but something held her there.  Something about him drew her to him.  The way she got lost in his eyes, the stomach fluttering at his nearness or maybe just how right the world felt when he was there.  She felt everyone of her lonely, isolated dreams find fulfilment as his arms slipped around her.<br/><br/>The hot breath of a whisper in her ear melts all bones in her legs.  She is suddenly very glad her has his arms about her because she had no legs under her. Her eyes closed as his breath is her life.  She barely registers his words excpet.. "Kiss... right... I want to be sure."  So she was a bit suprised when he turned her around.  She looks up to him as his hand brushes her cheek to shove the hair aside.  She leans up into him, ready for the kiss.  Ok, to be honest, way past ready.  She was ready when she first set eyes upon him in the store, if not before.  But now she is prepared for it too.