"Maybe I should have, then," she replies with a soft smile, though it also pains her in a small way, all those moments flashing through his mind, moments when they so easily could have changed things, could have realized they could find middle ground together. The skin he touches along her rib cage tingles and the muscles in her abdomen constrict in anticipation of the path he's tracing.

Not being able to stand his lips being so close to hers but not touching them she turns her head, seeking his mouth and pressing her lips to it, her hand on his chest drifting lower, her fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen.

"We could have used a little distracting."