"Y-Yeah. Of course-"
Reinhard gently caressed her cheek and said. "Liar~ I think I understand."
He slowly leaned towards Sirin, making her eyes widened. His lips are just inches from hers and her heart races, pounding in her chest as anticipation builds.
And then when he was only a few inches away, he whispered. "Do you want me to-"
Sirin makes a split-second decision.
Encouraged by the desire in his silver eyes. Plus by the moment, Sirin closes the remaining distance. Her soft lips press firmly against Reinhard's, silencing any further words or hesitation.
The kiss deepens, turning passionate and needy as Sirin pours her pent-up feelings and desires into it. Her hands come up to cup Reinhard's face, fingers threading into his short black hair as she holds him close. She was lost in the intensity of the kiss.
Sirin's body molds against Reinhard's frame. She could feel the heat building between them, a fire igniting from the simple act of their lips meeting.
