At least on his part, this was definitely desire.

He was also being careful not to push Fatima too far. They'd danced around this part of dating and he was enjoying kissing her; he was breathless from it, from the scent of her and the feel of her. By the time she pulled back, he was light headed from wanting her and his entire body was pin-prick tingles and heat.

He sincerely hoped kissing him was better than running a half marathon.

"Hmmmm?" he hummed in response, lazy, warm and fuzzy from making out with her.