There is always a certain sort of intensity when she’s with Kaz, and his kiss is no exception— there is a warmth that pours into her from him in a heady, dizzying wave that washes over her completely.

When he deepens the kiss, her fingers twist the material of his shirt tighter, free hand resting on his shoulder, leaning into that kiss all the more.

It’s a sudden, sharp sweep of emotion— he’s touching her, he’s kissing her—
he wants this
he wants her and Saints!— a desire that fills her up so fast that it takes everything just to keep herself in place. Next to him.

The thought— which comes with picture-perfect clarity in her mind— of shifting herself into his lap makes her heartbeat thud loud in her own ears, so loud she wouldn’t be particularly surprised if he could hear it, too.

Tentatively, she parts her lips, a gentle invitation for him to just explore, if he wants.