Kyle kissed her back respectfully, taking his time to savour her lips, gently and beautifully, like they had all the time in the world. He treated her like she was some delicate flower, keeping his hands in her hair, massaging her scalp softly.

Lucy liked the kiss. It was nice, comfortable, at a good pace. She used one hand to rub his bare chest from under his shirt, and the other to unbuckle his belt, a motion that was cut short when he broke the kiss and gave her a questioning look.

"Are you sure?" he asked her, worry etched on his brows.

She gave him a smile of acceptance,...