*But he didn't stop. He didn't back off. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the kiss perhaps as much as she was. In the moment, Faye grabbed hold of his waist, leaning into him, meeting with another flush of feelings. And dammit did this kiss feel much more to her than just the fierce kiss of lips.

Enough so that when Gale paused the kiss, Faye turned from passionate to terrified in a heartbeat. In barely any time at all her heart started beating quickly in a way that wasn't at all pleasant compared to how she felt moments before. A heavy feeling dropped into her stomach at the realisation of what she had just done, eyes wide like a rabbit in headlights.

But then he was looking at her so gently, with that squeeze of her hand. Why wasn't he angry? Why wasn't he stepping away, or making a stupid joke? She couldn't let him see any of the emotions she was feeling; not affection, or hope. So she tensed, a quiver in her chest as she looked down at his hand. She had to take a breath, make sure she wasn't giving anything away by her voice*

No. It's fine. You came home. That's all.