You draw Diar closer until you're almost but not quite kissing, savoring the moment. Then you're in her arms, your mouths meeting, warm and sweet. It's nothing like a kiss in a play, not a performance. This moment is for the two of you alone.
Diar's hands are around your waist, tugging at the lacing of your shirt. Then she stops, her hands still and steady for a moment. "We're already taking a big step," Diar says. "How big of a step do you want to take?"