Her eyes shouldn't have closed when he leaned in. They did.

Her hand shouldn't have lightly come up to rest against his bicep. It did.

She shouldn't have kissed back.

She did.

Slow and soft. Hesitant. Her body was moving of it's own accord, which may or may not have to do with the fact that her brain was having a hard time keeping up. What was happening? Peter was ... was kissing her. It wasn't a deep kiss but it still felt really, really nice. And she was kissing back. She couldn't help herself.

She was in so much trouble.