He couldn't continue to listen to the bombastic rubbish she was spewing from those beautiful lips of hers.
It was clear that she never thought he could love her - and she just admitted to having loved him.
She remained stiff, mostly stunned, as he continued to ply his lips against hers.
But slowly, the tension in her body dissipated and her lips melded against his. She moaned deep in her throat, her lips parting slightly.
Her hands which had risen to push him away just hoovered on his shoulders, neither pushing nor pulling.
She wanted him, of course she did.
But he didn't want to take advantage of her while she was hurt and grieving.
His good hand slid into her hair, pulling out the pin that kept it neatly in place. The long tresses cascaded over her shoulder in smooth waves, glinting like autumn leaves under the sun.
