For a moment, neither of them moved. It was chaste, almost innocent—just the gentle pressure of lips touching. Cassie's hand came up instinctively to grip his shirt, steadying herself.
Then, slowly, Yohan pulled back.
Cassie's eyes fluttered open, wide and slightly dazed.
"That's it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"That's the basic version," Yohan confirmed, trying to keep his voice steady. "How was it?"
She blinked, seeming to process the experience. "It was... warm. And softer than I expected."
"Is that good or bad?"
"I don't know yet," she admitted. "It was so quick. Is it always like that?"
Yohan shifted slightly, very aware that his hand was still on her cheek. "No, that was... pretty tame. There are other ways to do it."
Cassie's eyes met his, curious now rather than just nervous. "What other ways?"
