*Anna*

As our lips merge and our tongues are reintroduced, I am vaguely aware of him sliding closer to me on the seat. My hand remains on his jaw while his hand continues to cover it as his free arm snakes around my back, drawing me in nearer, nestling me partially against his side, partially against his sturdy chest. I wish the waistcoat and jacket were absent, as they had been that night in his office, so the heat from his body had less fabric through which to travel. It still reaches me, seeping through my clothes into my skin, but it isn’t nearly as pleasant.

The kiss, however, is...