She shivered at the brush of his lips against her skin, and again at his touch on her face. It was warm, and... it felt good. She blushed ferociously.

What was she supposed to do now? Lean in and peck his cheek? Smile and turn to open her door and hope he pulled her back? Stand there and lean closer? She realised she was already unconsciously leaning closer, and the blush intensified.