It's barely a moment when he leans in to kiss her cheek, but there's an accompanying feeling of warmth that she's felt only once before, a memory that feels hazy and far away and doesn't really matter now anyway. This does, and it's nice, the way he doesn't attempt anything more but takes that initiative in the first place. Hell, she can still hardly believe that someone like him could like her anyway. She's not used to that sort of positive attention in the slightest.

"I would definitely like that," she says, biting back a wider smile and trying to ignore the slight flush that she knows must be rising to her cheeks. "All of it."