Shifting her weight again, Dara tried to ignore the pang of hurt that came with his less than enthusiastic response. Okay? That was it? Okay? Still, her focus was mostly on the fact that he was still touching her face and she could hear his heart thudding loudly in her ears. It wasn't lost on her that, in spite of the fact that she could feel his stiffness beneath her hand, he wasn't actually reacting consciously to it.

Dara was about to call the whole thing off, sensing discomfort from him, but before she could actually open her mouth to say anything, his lips were on hers and she lost herself in that instead, wasting no time in trying to deepen the kiss, parting her lips for him and moving her free hand to the side of his face, moaning against his mouth. The hand she had against his groin was fumbling instead, now, with the button and his zipper.