Just before she began to deepen the kiss, he pulled away, his hand moving from her head to join its twin around her waist. She didn't open her eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers.
"We shouldn't...." He said, but he sounded much like she felt. Reluctant and unsure. She wanted more of him, if she couldn't get him to drink from her, she just had to keep touching him, something but he was right. They shouldn't, they really shouldn't.
"I know." was all she could manage before she lowered her head, shame flushing her cheeks. "I...I'm sorry." She breathed as finally, rational thought arrived in her mind and all that happened replayed in her mind. "I'm sorry." She choked, covering her mouth. "I shouldn't....I shouldn't have done that..." She couldn't meet his gaze. She was a Queen, the Queen of all Fae, as she was acting like a common nymph. "I should go." She whimpered. The Fae needed her, they rely on her, and look at her, being selfish, yet again. She turned to the door, and reached for it, but stopped before her hand touched the iron. She merely dropped her head, not turning toward him. She couldn't trust herself not to look into his eyes and fall all over again. "I...I can't open the door." She told him, her back to him. "Iron." was all the explanation she was going to give at the moment.