He brushed his lips against hers, and she didn't hesitate to open up to him. He kissed her like his life depended on it. His arms held her tight, like letting go would make her vanish right before his eyes.
He kissed her gently, deeply, with a kind of passion that wasn't driven by lust. It was something else. Something real. He loved the way she responded, the way she gave herself to the moment. But still, he ended the kiss.
Renn pressed his lips to her forehead and held her close. They stayed that way for a while. Angela wasn't feeling well, and this wasn't the way to show he cared. Taking advantage of her now wouldn't make him a better man or a supportive boyfriend.
"Should I bath you?" he asked, trying to calm the fire burning inside him. Who says no to a naked girl pressing her breasts against his chest? He could still feel the firmness of her nipples from the kiss. They were still the same, and he could swear they were the hardest he had ever felt.
