Wanda's smile at that was small but unguarded, with no small amount of lingering desire behind it. "I was," she admitted quietly, curling her fingers in the fabric of his shirt collar. She'd known exactly how much she wanted him, wanted from him, when she'd kissed him, even if it had terrified her. Still did, in fact, only now she felt too good, too boneless and satisfied to care, more alive than she'd ever felt since... well, since she died.