Sam hadn't planned to kiss Steph this morning, but then again, he hadn't planned to kiss anyone this morning, and he liked Steph. A lot. Enough that kissing her wouldn't have been out of the question without magic in the mix. And once they'd started, well. She was light and bendy, so he turned them around and put her against the bar with his arm behind her to protect her from it, but the other hand went to her hair, tugged down the ponytail so he could bury his hand in it.

So what if magic started it? It didn't seem like Steph minded at all. Might as well enjoy it.