Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty Two
He would kiss her gently, nothing too involved.
He did not want to frighten her, but he owed her this small concession for having made her cry. Buying furniture for her women's shelter would not cut it.
That was money, but the insult had been personal and this was personal atonement.
His lips touched hers and she trembled. He gently tasted her with his tongue.
She was sweet and her lips were soft. They were still parted and he decided to go a step further. He wanted to taste the warmth and wetness of her mouth. So he did.
And it was good, better than he would have thought possible.