Mitchell's small smile grew, because though Sam seemed nervous, and easily disappointed, he wasn't actually skittish. And that was a good thing, because for all his eagerness to help, Mitchell had little more than good intentions. He'd never trained a slave--well, not really. He and Josie had learned together, but that was different. That'd been love, and hang the rules. But maybe this could be too? He already liked the boy. How difficult could it be to fall in love with him?
He tilted the boy's face up to his, fingers light on his chin, as he covered the boy's lips with his own.