His hands against the skin of her face were warm. But more than that, her skin felt like it was burning.
He kissed her relentlessly, pouring everything he had into it. She welcomed it, even encouraged it. After all, it was what she wanted. She could always worry about Friedrich later.
The moment his tongue plunged into her mouth, she was utterly and truly lost. Her knees felt weak, and she sagged against him slightly.
This was what it meant to be truly kissed, she thought.
He loved her…
The joy in her heart was indescribable. Even if he hadn't admitted it in plain words, the fact that he had admitted it at all was enough for her.
Theodore finally saw her… and he found her worth loving.
The realization left her full, too full to think correctly.
His bathrobe rubbed her exposed collarbone as he leaned closer. She could smell the soap he had used in his bath water. He smelled like lemons, something sweet and refreshing and masculine.
