Beth doesn't mind clumsy--not when it's accompanied by that intent look in his eyes, never mind the sound he makes when she's got him trapped between her teeth. She smiles up at him, satisfied and a little proud of the reaction she got. The kiss is consuming, determined, the kind of thing you daydream about for a week after. Her fingers tangle in his hair, drawing him closer.

It's the hand on her side, pushing under her shirt, that makes her start, tensing up unpleasantly. And it's stupid, she's sure in retrospect that it's so stupid, but for a moment, all she can remember is Gorman's grasping touch and his breath in her ear. She turns her head away instinctively, her eyes squeezing shut, and tries to take a breath.

This isn't the same. This isn't him. This is somebody he likes, somebody she has no reason not to trust. Nothing about this is the same--he wasn't even touching her the same way, he was gentle. And she just freaked out over it, which she's pretty sure means they're done here. She gets a Too Weird To Make Out With label, and they try not to think about what happened next time they say hi to each other.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles, risking a glance back Luke's way, trying to gauge just how embarrassing the end of this is. How do you explain look, I want to keep going, just not with your hand right there without sounding crazy? "I'm--um. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--" Screw all of this up.