Clambering back away from his shoulders is a little undignified — his fault for having them be so damn broad — but she manages despite the momentary awkwardness, because she wants to shift herself far enough down his body that she can bend to kiss him again, lifting one arm to toss her hair over to one side so it's not so much in the way as she cups her palms to his damp cheeks and presses her mouth to his.

If the taste of her on his lips bothers her, she doesn't show any sign of it, biting playfully at his mouth as she gets comfortable, draped across his chest.

"Let me return the favor," she says, like he's actively stopping her and not that she's simply allowed herself to get distracted with kissing him.