She is so close, and it makes his heart beat faster. The look of her, her scent, the hope in her eyes, everything he has missed and everything he hasn't. To escape from this now, he'd have to push her off -- a force he doesn't want to show to her.

His gaze drops down and to the side.

"No." It comes out soft and gruff.

Looking up at her again, he adds, "But what kind of -- ," then sighs in frustration and leans up to kiss her.