Olive arched up to meet the kiss, exhaling sharply through her nose. It wasn't like she was surprised -- if he hadn't, she would've within a few seconds anyway, just to do something about the awkwardness. (And because she wanted to. She really, really wanted to.) Her free arm slid around his waist, her fingertips skimming up under his shirt experimentally.

He got all this access to her skin at the moment. It made her a little bold.