Her eyelids lower as his face gets closer to hers, and she can feel her heart turn into a frantic fluttering thing again, a butterfly in a net.

Part of her hopes he never realizes he does this to her. Part of her hopes he keeps trying whether he realizes it or not.

Her arm goes so far as to drape over his shoulder, curl around his neck, and as soon as his mouth leaves hers, she gives him a slow half-smile.

"You really want to come with me?"

She may change her mind about inviting him along, but she won't be changing her mind about letting him listen to the tape. Especially not after his assurances that he's not going to try anything.

If she decides she wants anyone to know about it, she'll do it on her own time.