December 2nd
He sighed as her lips met his; soft and supple, they yielded to his touch, gentle at first - the kiss was gentle, almost tender. She stopped and pulled back, looking at him in concern, leaning in to kiss him again, and he felt her soft skin; his hands reached up to brush her face with his fingers, and he withdrew it as he felt the sandpapery texture of her skin. He drew back to look at Andrew sitting in his embrace, those eyes looking at him with...with that same look they had