A hand traveled to her jaw, tracing the curve it made towards her chin. She was built so delicately. Wayne liked that about her. She was so lovely and feminine, and at the same time blessed with a spirit that was both rare and bold, in its way. She had once told him that she felt no shame, and he believed it. He doubted she felt it now, even though they were kissing more heatedly than he had expected them to. Still, he didn't relent. Not yet.
When his fingers touched the soft dark hair at her temple, he felt a shiver run up his spine. It was pleasant, and...it made him forget why he had come here in the first place. Presents, gift exchange, right... Well he certainly wasn't painting. Is that what she had wanted to see? Wayne had distracted her with his kisses, and although he knew she enjoyed them, he wasn't sure if he should continue.
Wayne sucked in an immediate breath, lungs aching for air, as he broke away from her. His cheeks were flushed and lips were swollen, but they did little to distract from the smile he was giving her. The man was genuinely happy.
"Sorry about that," he offered, voice a bit more husky than it had been before.