With every touch, Rose felt her body grow hotter, and her senses became more muddled. Her thoughts were harder to grasp, and the deeper the kiss got, the fewer constraints she had. The kisses were invasive, but there was a softness to them. Rose's hand moved to the side of his face, cupping it as she kissed him back.
Caius broke the kiss, and Rose opened her eyes to see him staring at her. His pupils were dilated, making his irises look smaller than normal. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath while he slowly leaned back to a sitting position. Her hand dropped to the bed, but she didn't stop looking at him, and neither did he.
