That would be SO wonderful of you! Especially since I'm 95% sure he'll get a journal soon...
He'd kissed a girl once before, when he was young, children playing at being in love. But then he'd entered the Order, and his life had been wholly devoted to God. He was still devoted, but his fellow Saints had spouses and lovers and families. And he'd missed the touch of another human being. He rested his hand on the back of her neck, his head swimming from the contact and the wine. Maybe the Americano had been on to something.