Julian's hand slid to the small of her back, not a demand, not a performance, just pure want. Her body answered before her mind could catch up.
Their lips found each other cautiously at first, a test, then with surrender
The kiss deepened, they were just two people slipping past their own defenses. Ashley placed her hands firmly against his shirt, anchoring herself. Julian's palm traced a slow path up her spine. His mouth traced the lines of her shoulder blades. Every touch felt like a rediscovery, as if they'd not explored each other before.
They broke apart just long enough to breathe. His forehead rested against hers. "This isn't supposed to happen," he said, voice uneven.
"Why not?" She managed weakly, mind made up.
His breathing was heavy, "Are you sure, you want this?"
