Fear

Lara sat on the bed after the twins left to brush their teeth.

She caressed Nate's face, smiling. He hadn't had breakfast yet because their cubs were especially hungry.

«I'll cook something for you,» she said, but she didn't get up.

She stayed there, sitting next to Nate and caressing his cheek. She collected all her courage and bowed forward. When she was close enough, she pressed her lips onto his. It was a good-morning kiss. A sweet and slow one, without any intention of being passionate.

Not at the beginning.

Nate accepted her cares, letting her do pretty much what she wanted. He had no intention of pushing her away, of course.