David Rossi was not usually a man at a loss for words. He had been through enough difficult situations in his life that he had a response for almost everything, or at least a way to keep a blank expression on his face.
Nothing had prepared him for this.
He could tell himself over and over again that his actions had been justified, that he had actually saved her life. If not for him, the UNSUB would have zeroed in on her, and with the cruelty he'd shown to his other victims...the thought actually made him sick.
Of course, none of that changed the fact that he had kissed Emily Prentiss.
And it hadn't been some light peck on the lips. David Rossi didn't do things 'just a little.' If he was going to do it, he was all in. He had tangled one hand in her long black hair and pulled her to him, the kiss deep and passionate.
If he had been thinking straight, maybe he wouldn't have slid his tongue into her mouth and groaned deeply. That was the part that was proving difficult to justify.
Sitting next to her on the plane, though, he knew that he had to say something.
"Emily," he began. "I -"
Her hand moved to rest on his arm. "Don't apologize, Dave."
He felt his cheeks heat up a little bit. "I think I really should."
She shook her head. "If you say that you're sorry, it ruins it." She gave him a flirty but shy smile. "And that was one hell of a kiss, Rossi. You definitely shouldn't ruin something like that."
"Is it something we should try again then?" He contemplated shooting himself for not being able to control his tongue. It was getting him into an awful lot of trouble lately.
But Emily just bit her bottom lip and nodded. "I'm game if you are."