Enis's gaze dropped to his hands as he moved. She reached forward, stepping closer to him at the same time, and placed both of his hands on her hips. Her palms rested briefly against the top of his hands before slowly trailing up his forearm to gently cup her hands behind his neck.

It took her less than a fraction of a second to make her decision, relying more on instinct than logical thought.

With a computer chip lodged in her head, it was sometimes better to not think and let her body do what it wanted without the complications.