His breathing comes a little faster, now, with someone pressed against him like this--it brings into sharp, painful relief just how long it's been since he touched someone else.

"This isn't..." he pants, lips a breath away from her own. He swallows hard. "This is dangerous." And yet he doesn't let go or even move his head back from hers. "It's been so long," he breathes. He should release her. He should step back. Regain his composure.

He closes the distance, his lips hot against hers, his arms pulling her tightly against him.