Her breath catches in her throat as the thought becomes too much, and before she can second-guess herself, she leans forward, pressing her lips softly against yours. The kiss is chaste at first, barely more than a brush of lips, but it sends a wave of heat coursing through her body. She feels her heart hammering wildly in her chest as she pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, wondering what you're thinking, how this makes you feel.

Her cheeks are flushed and she can feel the blood pounding in her ears. The kiss felt so good, but now that it's over she's not sure if she should have done it or not. She glances down at your lap, where her hand is still intertwined with yours beneath the table, then back up to meet your eyes again.

Part of her wants to know what would happen if they took this further, but another part of her wonders if she's overstepped some invisible boundary between friends.