The way she was touching him was certainly distracting, but not in a way that drove him so mad he couldn't control his urges. He mirrored her actions by encircling her waist with his arms once against so he could trace shapes on the small of her back. While his senses were heightened (his lips were tingling and her scent had overcome the annoying dusty smell) he was definitely not at the height of his judgment.

"I didn't think you were the type of woman who would kiss me like that," he murmured. In the midst of his bliss, he wasn't aware of just how accusatory such a statement could sound—and he definitely hadn't meant it negatively. It wasn't like she'd kissed him without incitement; he'd definitely put in the effort to throw her off guard.

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