He's not startled, not when it happens. He looks to her as she grabs his wrist, watching as she pulls his hand away. He can see her leaning forward, her eyes falling closed, and he mirrors her action without thinking. Her hand is warm on his wrist, and as their lips meet something surges through him pushing him to action. He kisses back, pressing against her lips with his own as his still captured hand moves to cup the gentle curve of her cheek.