He came to a halt three feet away from her. Beyond the length of his arms. He trusted himself, but not completely. 'You shouldn't do this,' she whispered. But he was too far gone. 'I *wish* to kiss you. That is what I wanted you to know. Because if I'm not going to do it, and it appears that I am not, because it isn't what you want, at least not right now...but if I'm not going to do it, you need to know that I wanted it.' He paused, staring at her mouth, at her lips, full and trembling. 'I still want it.