Susan chuckled at his teasing tone, seeing that he was acting very much like that little boy she saw in Linda's photographs. "Well if I am, then I learned from the best."
His lips were still sweet tasting as she let herself get lost against them. Her hands slid up the front of his robes as her body brushed against him.
She didn't want to pull away, but she did. "We can't do this here," she said as they stood in the middle of the dining room, her voice a whisper. It seemed silly, as nobody was going to overhear them.