Anthony had no intention of being a one-woman bloke. Not that he was exactly against it, but he had never felt warm and fuzzy over a girl before. Sex was one thing, but emotions were quite another, so why would he trade his freedom for regular sex and nothing else? It had always been his opinion that he'd likely remain a bachelor for the rest of his days. The death of his family, probably the only people who'd ever want to see him settle down, solidified this notion. Now, things were changing.
Not that he considered whatever he and Pansy had to be a relationship. Definitely not a monogamous one. Being tied down was something that made him feel anxious. So, he and Pansy shagged. That didn't mean anything. It didn't have to mean anything, that is.
So why did he feel so different, when she kissed him? It wasn't exactly a fluttery feel, as he had seen it described in books. He just felt warm. Secure. Something that he shouldn't feel at all--safe. How ridiculous was that? It made Anthony want to escape and avoid her for a good long while, but the draw she had was overwhelming. He kept coming back, more than he had with any other girl.
Overwhelming, but necessary.
Sweeping her dark hair away from her face, his hand rested against her cheekbone, thumb brushing against the corner of her mouth as they kissed. He had no intention of just...shagging her for fun. She wasn't some girl anymore. No matter how much it weirded him out.
One hand remaining on her waist, he lead her back into her bedroom, making the destination her bed. No sofa sex, tonight. She deserved something sweeter.