Later, she'll appreciate that he gave her that room so that he wasn't pushing her, but right now pushing him away is the last thing on her mind. Kissing someone she doesn't know very well like this, but this was her in a committed relationship. Here's his chance; she's so damn glad he decided to take it.

She practically melts into the kiss, moving into him, shifting so that she's facing him a little more, her free hand going to the collar of his jumpsuit, fingers slipping into the collar of it. His skin is warm and she wants to get closer to that warmth. They are definitely on the same page.

When he breaks away, she laughs breathlessly, taking joy in the moment, in him, in this kiss. "Best description for that kiss ever," she tells him. "Why didn't we start out doing this? From the very first day?"

Because they've been wasting so much time.