She was confused enough that there wasn't time to register 'betrayal' on her face from the knee to the gut before he'd latched his face onto her face in...rescue breathing. Yeah, that was what it was called in this situation. Not a kiss, even if it looked like one because she'd been about to drown. Having death denied would make anyone's heart act weird. And she was just, you know, not going to think about how the last near-drowning she'd witnessed had gone.

She'd have to thank him later though, because under water rescue breathing was only going to do so much for either of them if they didn't break the surface soon. And beyond that, the cold was going to kill her fast if she didn't get out of the water. So she thrust the whole awkward turmoil to the back of her mind, breathed in what he gave her, and resumed her suit-shedding crawl toward the surface of the water.