Guilian didn't want the kiss to stop. Slow, and sensual, it spoke of so much promise, and he knew he was up to the challenge. Somehow his hand had curled around the back of her neck, his fingers entwining with her lustrous blonde locks.
When their lips finally parted, he dared to open his eyes, only to stare straight into those deep and beautiful eyes. He didn't think he'd ever tire of looking into them, and he didn't realise he was suddenly spouting poetry.
"Some portion of Paradise still is on earth, and Eden revives, in the first kiss of love." So he truly was a romantic if he was unconsciously spouting Byron after only a second kiss.
At her words, he gave her a gracious nod, but didn't want to pull away any further. The music still played, and he wore a slightly more satisfied smirk. "Oh Gabrielle." He sounded wistful as he brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Does this night ever have to end?"