"Not so much now," Gideon admitted. "It was... A long time ago." He didn't really want to talk about it, not now. Not here. That was talk for when he hadn't had so much to drink.
And now his fingers slid through her hair, his kiss carefully controlled. His lips left hers and found her jaw. Her throat. His hands held her gently as he explored, finding soft, sweet hollows and pressing kisses there, as well.
Then returned to her lips finding them deep red and sweet. "Don't be scared," he breathed, fingers against her lips and his tongue tracing the fullness of her mouth.