That first kiss is different. She can taste herself on his lips. It's startling, but not repelling.

"Hot?" She says it testingly, the temperature colloquialism unfamiliar to her. But she thinks she understands what he means.

She brings her hands up, laying them first on his shoulders. Her touch is light, sliding down his back on one side, along his arm on the other. She ends up with one hand over his as he cups her breast. Her other trails down his spine, all the way until it begins to turn into the curve of his backside. Her fingertips hesitate, possibly ticking unintentionally.