[The corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly at that single word, is if it alone confirmed everything he'd been thinking and confirmed that his decision to kiss her had been a perfect and sound one.
And if that first kiss was chaste, the next was anything but. As Rose leaned in and her arms slipped around him, his hands fell to her hips, his fingers gripping at the fabric of her clothes, pulling her in close against his freshly washed skin.
His lips were hungry and insistent against hers, his head tilting so that he could coax her lips to part beneath his, allowing him to taste her, the sensation both familiar and mysterious at the same time.
Nothing about anything that had happened in his memory had made sense until this moment, and now he wasn't about to let go of that feeling.]
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And if that first kiss was chaste, the next was anything but. As Rose leaned in and her arms slipped around him, his hands fell to her hips, his fingers gripping at the fabric of her clothes, pulling her in close against his freshly washed skin.
His lips were hungry and insistent against hers, his head tilting so that he could coax her lips to part beneath his, allowing him to taste her, the sensation both familiar and mysterious at the same time.
Nothing about anything that had happened in his memory had made sense until this moment, and now he wasn't about to let go of that feeling.]