Somehow she couldn't believe that he was so agreeable to it but at the same time, it didn't surprise her. Kissing felt so good. And kissing him felt better than good. It might feel fast for him but it felt right to her, even with the confusing thoughts of his situation, their situation. Her fingers curled against the fabric of his shirt with a bit of a smile against his lips, feeling warm at the memory of his most recent dopey smile and the way his lips feel against hers.