...y embarrassed. "Sorry."
She grins saucily at him. "Don't be."
Truth to be told, she's wanted to know what this would be like with him for a long time now; she's not blind, after all, and he is very handsome. Tall, lean and muscled, too – she's seen how the girls stare at him, heard how they cheer him on in the Pro Bending Arena – and really, Korra knows she's had a crush on him for a long time now, maybe even more than just a crush.
It's not just his appearance, either, but she has to admit that she's fallen for the whole mysterious, tall dark stranger thing; she remembers when she first saw him and recalls the immediate attraction she'd felt. It's amplified by the way that he's not like Bolin in that aspect; easy to get, easier to lose.
Of course she loves him, as a friend, but there's been something more stirring in the pit of her stomach when their gazes meet, when she steals glances at him out of the corner of her eye. It might just be her imagination, but she swears Mako's gaze often lingers on her, too, when he thinks she's not looking.
And now she has a chance, a shot at something more; she tells herself that maybe, just maybe, he likes her too.
Which is why she tangles her fingers in his hair and brings his head down so that she can crush her lips to his, eliciting a surprised noise from him. A second passes – she briefly wonders if she's miscalculated; maybe him kissing her was just a s...