Wes knew he ought to be pulling away and ending it as soon as he could. But he found himself pressing closer, demanding more than was prudent, perhaps, to take. Was it the fairies' magic doing this, or some remnant of his former desire for Lilah? One hand caressed the nape of her neck while the other splayed against the small of her back and he sighed against her mouth before finally managing to get a grip on his own impulses and breaking off the kiss.

The fact that he was breathing shallowly now and still leaning close was evidence that he was quite shaken by what had just happened.