Steph surged forward in spite of her best intentions, catching herself only because she hadn't yet let go of the bar behind her. "Yes. No. I..." she shook her head.

Ten minutes ago. She exhaled and closed her eyes, focusing on that. Ten minutes ago she'd been cleaning the restaurant, covering the plants to keep any pollen at a minimum. She'd been thinking about Henry and Dean, not Sam. Even after he'd walked in, she'd been concerned, not...this.

She'd noticed that he was hot. Of course, she'd noticed. She'd noticed the strong line of his jaw, the strength of his arms. And she wouldn't have said no if he'd ever asked. Which he hadn't. He'd kissed her because she kissed him.

"I don't know."