It was a spontaneous decision, one he shouldn't have made. He'd actually made the decision not to, but when the opportunity presented itself, reckless impulse won.
She'd pushed him away, hard enough to knock him back several steps, and ran off before he could apologize. Sitting down on the couch, lips damp from their momentary contact with Shego's dark blackberry lipgloss, he tried not to cry.
Hours after he'd begun to suspect Shego had left the lair entirely, the sound of his name in her voice filled him with terrified delight.
"Please, don't be mad! I'll never—"
"Kiss me again."