Her arms were around him as they walked although one hand slipped through his coat, fingernails grazing across his stomach and sides. His kisses were not helping Helena keep her resolve, and her steps were just as slow if not moreso. Every so often she’d turn her head to capture his lips in a kiss, trying to be good and failing miserably. “Not making it back wouldn’t be terrible, but we need to go somewhere. I’m on the verge of being wildly inappropriate in the middle of the street,” she admitted with a laugh before tilting her head up pressing hungry kisses to the underside of his chin.
“One day going home won’t be so bad. Soon. We’ll be coming home to each other.” She paused before she lifted her fingers to turn his head toward her, kissing him deeply. “And then we can do this all we want.”