Abruptly, Wash loosened his grip. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to, I didn’t mean to…” He glanced back to her. “I thought we’d agreed that kissing was probably a bad idea.”
Zoë nodded. “We had agreed that.”
“Yes,” Wash said, taking her hands in his own, his eyes still locked with hers. “And going back on agreements is a bad…” Zoë snaked one hand back around his neck. “…a bad thing to do… We defiantly shouldn’t.” She smiled slightly, pulling him tenderly closer. “It just wouldn’t be… morally…”
They kissed.
-- Bedtime Stories by Sofi