I stood up, walking to the window. Falcon stopped me. "Not one kiss?" he teased leaning in. "Fine." I sighed. "Yes!" he closed his eyes and puckered his lips. I then raised my palm to him mouth. "There, one kiss. Now stop it!"
And then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world. drawn by burdge