The hazy feeling was a little overwhelming, Daff could feel the flush on her skin and the heat in her cheeks, the rush flowing through her veins. Her whole body felt warm and loose against him, despite the tension in her arms holding him close.

The sound of her name on his lips, that hushed sort of urgent tone stirred something in her gut and Daff knew they were nearing the edge of some kind of cliff— and it was time to take a step back from the ledge. Somehow, she managed to find the willpower to lean back, just enough, not much, but she loosened her arms from around his neck. Curling into him a little more gently, though just as close, she slid her hands down to wrap around his middle instead. She pressed her forehead into his shoulder, breathing still unsteady and quick. The chuckle that escaped was just as breathless as she tried to steady herself, trying to focus on the quiet of the room.

That was something alright and though she'd enjoyed it, she still had that nagging feeling that something was awry. The question was, did she ask, or did she let it go for now?