With Theodore, who was much taller than her, she stood on the tip of her toes while her hands were placed on his shoulder. Lucy's lips traced his chest, reaching the place underneath where his heart was beating now, she pressed her lips there.
"You are just like a kitten," said Theodore, his hand moving to hold the side of her face while his thumb brushed her lips.
In one swift movement, Theodore carried Lucy in his arms, and he placed her at the centre of the bed while joining her.
Soon Theodore's hands found their way to where Lucy sat, one hand getting lost in her hair while the other around her waist, wrapping up in his arms to hold her.
As they kissed, Lucy felt jolts of lightning pass through her body. The kiss was tender and sweet to her lips. She kissed him with the same fervour as she got lost in it. In between the kiss, Theodore pulled back, pecking her lips before he whispered against her lips,
