Summer turned her head, trying to catch his mouth again, but missed. “Then you must answer the question again. Do you want nothing for yourself? Just now, right now.” Her gaze roamed his face, searching for she knew not what. “Tell me,” she whispered.
Mordred took a deep breath, the first thought in his mind causing him to chew the inside of his cheek for a brief moment. “I want you to kiss me.”
Was it wrong for that to be the answer she hoped for; to want to be desired even a little bit? Too much thinking, her mother would tell her, stop thinking, Summer. Tenatively she leaned forward, unaccountably shy. They had kissed twice already, this would be no different.
It wasn’t meant as teasing, this time. She closed her eyes, the better to taste Mordred, and pressed her lips to his. Her arms went back round his neck.