[Sansa's not sure what would have been worse: to be pushed right off and told to get out, or him kissing her back. Even if it felt right, and safe, she had no business kissing her cousin, and certainly not with mouths open and gentle exploration--

Panic hit her suddenly, her heart already racing. She doesn't move very far in breaking the kiss, but it's enough that she can speak, a little breathless.] I'm sorry, I shouldn't have -- fuck--