She recognizes the deflection for what it is, but it works nonetheless. She returns his kiss, savors it for the gift it is. If words can't convince him, maybe there's another way. Maybe he'll believe her hands, her breath, her touch. She closes her eyes and just as she listened before, she gave herself wholly to the moment. To him.

She's already fallen, she knows. She doesn't know when it happened, but she's here and there's no going back. She doesn't know how to do anything but trust her instincts and every sense she has says this is the right thing to do.

And this. His kiss. She doesn't want to question something that feels like this.