She paused, looking at him, then found herself walking back to the bed. She bent over him and caught his mouth with hers.
She thought she’d forgotten. But as her lips touched his, she was flooded with the taste of his mouth, not only in reality but in her memory. Her closed lips remembered the touch of his tongue, remembered surrendering, opening to let his mouth take hers utterly, but in the real moment, the kiss remained carefully chaste.
This was not an easy thing to do.
After what seemed an eternity of hovering on the edge of complete surrender, she drew back. Looking down into his soft smile, her face went hot. With desire or embarrassment, she wasn’t sure. At least he didn’t look smug.
She straightened, clearing her throat. “I’ll see you later.”
This time, she forced herself to leave.
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