I don't know

Not having expected any such move from Libby, her warm palms on his skin makes him shudder. Looking down at her, he blinks, all of a sudden not wrestling anymore. As he's pulled closer, his arms slip from between them so his hands rest on the floor again to partially hold his weight.

Too stunned to even fight, he suddenly feels their lips pressing together. It sent a chill down his spine, and he wonders how on earth this had happened. As Libby pulls away, his heart his racing, his face red from the wrestling and now this. He could still feel her hands on his back and he moves just a little, encouraging her palms to move again.

Swallowing hard, he doesn't even know what to say to her apology. "I... no, its.... fine."

He stops again, feeling partly in control and good, and partly stupid. "You're not... playing fair." He meant it to be a teasing chide, but for some reason, the humor fails miserably and he's left just still staring down into her eyes.

Finally just letting his hand slide on the carpet, he lowers his chest again, tucking his hands under Libby's head to cradle it. His face slips down next to hers so his chin rested in the crook of her neck and shoulder. "I don't know who has the upper hand now," he murmurs.