That reaction isn't being missed. There's a tiny spark of triumph in Euri, though she doesn't immediately understand why touching his hair caused him to get tense. Not when she's done it plenty of times in the past with much calmer results.

Now isn't the best time for contemplation, though.

"Good," she mumbles, before she arches her body against his and tilts her head, catching his lips with her own. She's kissing him hard again, much harder than that night she was drunk, because in her mind she has something to prove. This time around she's not going to let herself freak out over lack of experience.