Want

It wasn’t as if she loved him or anything. Too strong a word for such a teeny tiny emotion. Just because she felt something tug inside her when she saw him, it didn’t have to mean she wanted to throw her arms around him and kiss him and touch him and do indecent things with him.

She was a good girl, and she wouldn’t think such things about a guy she’d just met. Even if, as he said, they all really knew each other from way back.

..so maybe she wasn’t such a bad girl after all? Maybe they were really soulmates, and it was okay for her to want him?

Or maybe she was just making excuses for being able to run her hands through his hair and touch his smooth chest and oh, how she wanted to feel him against her and in her and..

Maybe later, when it was all over.

Unless they were all dead by then, which would make it a bit harder.