She fidgeted a but, cheeks burning bright red in embarrassment. “Kissing meme–” she explained vaguely, going on her tippy toes to plant a gentle kiss on his chin just close enough to his lips that when she pulled away they brushed against each other. “S-Sorry–“

[He blushes, and a shiver runs through him as their lips brush together. He wants more than anything to hold her close and make the kiss a real one, but the chance never comes. So he tries not to let her hear the hitch in his voice as he answers] Please, Katelynn, never be sorry for this.