[ he's grateful for that. Zara's kiss is passionate, but uncharacteristically clumsy. His enthusiasm is matched pretty evenly with his inexperience; for all his wisdom and grace, he's never once kissed a woman - not on the lips, and certainly not like this. It's difficult for him to feel self-conscious about it when she's returning the gesture so strongly, though, and he's content to merely try and follow, relishing the feeling of being so close to her.
Eventually, he needs to break for air, though, and he parts from her with a breathless sigh, face thoroughly heated up. His hand remains nestled against her head, unwilling to let go. ]
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Eventually, he needs to break for air, though, and he parts from her with a breathless sigh, face thoroughly heated up. His hand remains nestled against her head, unwilling to let go. ]
You're too good to me.