Celie was clearly still reeling from their kiss.
To be fair, so was she. This wasn't the first time she'd kissed a woman, but this felt different somehow. More tender. More free. More...loving. All this over a tiny little kiss. Like she'd never been kissed before. Then again, maybe she hadn't. Not a real kiss. A kiss full of everything a kiss should be. That was a gift she could give to Celie. A gift it seemed she had given to her. And could give her again.
Now she was going to give her a kiss worth singing about.