Was she even aware what she was asking for?
He was glad for one that he was the one she had pounced on, not some random guy who had no sense of responsibility.
If not, only God knows where she would have ended up.
But even his sense of responsibility had its limits.
And they were lowering with each breath he drew.
Her hands slipped into his hair.
He never usually let anyone touch his hair except his mother, but for some reason, he didn't push her away. She was clearly a novice, but it appealed to him even more.
Not able to stand it anymore, Theo gave in and kissed her back.
She sighed, pressing herself against him even more. His hands left his sides, spanning her waist and holding her against him. She paused to undo her cloak, sliding the heavy snow-laden garment down to the ground. He needed to feel her skin...
"Help me… my dress, Theo."
Theodore undid her laces, helping her pull the velvet bodice down to her waist.
