There were things the human body has never known how to control… things like impulsive desires, despite what was written to be followed by men of the past, or by society, better stated. And as such, when Victoria slammed her lips on Prince Harry, his whole body became a blaze… pure and solid, on fire and devouring the moment.
He did not need to be told kiss me back for him to do so. He did not need to be told take the lead, as gentlemen do… all he knew was that the tables were turned, and somehow he was pinning Victoria to the very wall he had been standing by, just next to the ajar door.
