The clearest response to what she wants right now is something that words don't say best, but action does. It's why she's grateful he takes her hand, because it closes the distance between them so when she tilts her body over, just slightly, to kiss him, she's not leaning too far.

It's chaste. It's simple. It's a promise that she does want something more, has been wanting something more and has been feeling so normal for it that she could cry with relief and nostalgia for a time when she wasn't. She eases back, touching the corner of her lips with her thumb. "I want that," she says, seriously.