Summer was glad he’d got his arms around her waist; he was so tall compared to her that otherwise she would have fallen over simply trying to reach his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sank her fingers into his curls, kissing back with all she had. A little moan slipped out.
He tightened his grip on her, pulling her closer as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. This time, unlike the last time he wasn’t afraid of hurting her, finally winning the argument with himself over whether or not he could truly trust her. Something told him he could, perhaps it was because they were kin and held magic, or something close to it and he couldn’t put his finger on it. A content sigh passed his lips as her fingers sank into his curls, pulling away for air.
She had to hold on to him when he finally released her from the kiss. She wasn’t sure her legs would hold her. “Please sit down before I fall down,” she finally managed to say. “Otherwise you’ll just be holding me up when you kiss me like that again. My god.”