[He kisses at the corner of her mouth and her reaction is too slow, shifting to try and capture his lips almost instinctively but he is already apart again, murmuring words into the scant space between them, and at least… at least he has the courage to speak. In that… he is braver than her, she has to admit.]
I didn’t say… it would be bad…
[Kissing him.
She’d said that he was an idiot to love her, that she couldn’t trust or believe so easily, that he had just been confused and desperate at the end of the world looking for someone to be together with, that she was a warrior and not a woman… and yes, there had been a part of her that was afraid something wrong would happen if she let a man kiss her without the excuse of seasonal desire or spiked drinks. But she hadn’t thought he would be a bad kisser.
In the depths of her heat when she’d fantasized about calling him for help… he’d been quite good at it, actually. Not that. She could just say that???]
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I didn’t say… it would be bad…
[Kissing him.
She’d said that he was an idiot to love her, that she couldn’t trust or believe so easily, that he had just been confused and desperate at the end of the world looking for someone to be together with, that she was a warrior and not a woman… and yes, there had been a part of her that was afraid something wrong would happen if she let a man kiss her without the excuse of seasonal desire or spiked drinks. But she hadn’t thought he would be a bad kisser.
In the depths of her heat when she’d fantasized about calling him for help… he’d been quite good at it, actually. Not that. She could just say that???]