"I'm not done." Arthur let out still standing very close to Winifred who remained perfectly still, not sure what he was doing yet simply letting him do it all. He reached out, stroking one of her golden locks and tucking it behind her ear. He did this without even touching her. Heat flooded her body.
His thumb pushed at the corner of her mouth as it had once before and this time she let her lips curl up. He banded an arm around her waist, and slammed his lips down on hers. His lips, when they met hers, curved in an echo and just like the previous time she parted for him, gasping at the heat of his breath in her mouth, fascinated by the taste of him. She was enjoying this too much, very much even, she couldn't help but wonder if it was simply because of Arthur or particularly how it's supposed to just feel generally.
