Dark curls fell across his forehead, his hazel eyes searching her own, the air between them thick. And then he was moving, his face coming closer to her's. Sisse's body froze in his embrace, her mind feeling as if she'd been hit with a stunning charm. Her eyes fluttered shut as his warm lips landed against her's and she melted. All rational thoughts, all fears, they melted like the first spring thaw. Just as they had years ago.

Without realizing it Sisse leaned into him, tilting her face upwards, her lips parting in a surprised oh at the emotion and feeling thumping through her. There were a million reasons why this was wrong, a million very valid reasons why they shouldn't be doing this.... and yet in the moment, the smell of wool and grass and faint smoke that she'd come recognize as Lester's scent, the comfort of his arms, the electrifying pulse shooting down her arm... none of that mattered. It didn't matter that she knew in her subconscious she'd get hurt, it didn't matter that it likely wasn't real emotion. What mattered is he was holding her, kissing her, and in that moment she never wanted it to end. She never wanted to face what would come after. So she surrendered to the kiss, breathing his breath between her lips, and holding him close enough that the rapid beats of their hearts joined in unison as one.