Bert had actually just finished taking the photos. To cover it up, he had sat down on her bed. Now he looked at her with gentle eyes and a warm expression.
"All done?" he asked.
"Mm."
Catherine nodded and walked over. She was just about to suggest that they go back out to the living room—talking in the bedroom felt far too dangerous—when, before she could say a word, he tugged her toward him.
She stumbled and fell onto him.
Then he rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and a lingering, intimate kiss came down over her lips.
They had both had some wine. Between their lips lingered the faint aroma of red wine, mingled with the warmth of each other's breath.
Bert was carrying a great deal in his heart that night—especially after his conversation with Renata.
So this kiss with Catherine inevitably carried more heat than usual, imbued with all the tenderness he had been holding back. Catherine stood no chance against it; she was completely lost—no, intoxicated—by his kiss.
