he who hesitates is toast

She's tried not to push him in the days since they'd sat beneath the tree on his stashed groundcloth, but it's so much harder than she would ever have anticipated. With every light touch, every time his arms go around her, all she can think about is how good it feels and how much more she wants.

Nothing has made her change her mind. If anything, her desire has only grown.

Curving her hand at his side, she tips her head and presses a kiss to his cheek, to his jaw, to the side of his throat.