He was too focused on kissing her to think about the reasons this was a bad idea. Her lips were soft and she smelled like clean cotton and a soap that Lester associated more with Sisse than anything specific beyond its floral notes. He tried to push aside any complicated thoughts — thoughts of consequences, thoughts that he was not particularly good at this — and focus just on her.

The kiss was tender and lengthy, and when they had to pull back Lester blinked at her.