Pleased by his reaction, Winnie lost the tentativeness of a moment ago, leaning into the feeling. It was easy to get tied up in the sensations and the newness of kissing somebody different. Win had always like physical affection, had never gotten much of it growing up, and so she sought it out like a moth to a flame. This wasn't affection and she knew that, but she thought at least it some sort of attraction, a brief connection, even if it was temporary. It sated the desire at any rate.

Following his lead, she parted her lips, deepening the kiss as she tangled her fingers in his hair. It wasn't a surprise that she could tell he knew what he was doing— or at least this wasn't his first time kissing. Not that Winnie minded somebody brand new, but it was nice not to have to teach somebody today. Feeling her blood rushing in her ears and a distinct thrill across her skin, she indulged for a moment longer before coming up for air. She sighed softly, "You're not too bad at that," she teased breathlessly.

A wicked thought sprouted roots and her lips curled deviously. "Why don't we go get some practice, over there," she motioned to the barely-visible boat house with her head as she already started pulling him in that direction.