Her cheeks flushed as she realized how passionately she had kissed you back. "No... It's not..." She paused, her gaze lingering on your lips before meeting your eyes once more. "I-It was nice," she stammered out, sounding almost breathless. Her fingers still tangled in your hair as she struggled to catch her breath.

"We could... slow down," she suggested softly, though the desire in her voice belied her words. "If you'd like."

Her cheeks flushed as well, and she couldn't help but feel relieved that you understood her hesitation. "It's alright," she murmured softly, running a hand through your hair before letting it drop to rest at your shoulder. "We can take things slow... or not." A shy smile curved her lips as she met your gaze again. "Whatever feels right for you."

Her fingers trailed lightly up and down your arm, the contact sending tiny sparks of pleasure through her body.