"Ah. I'm sorry...didn't mean to bring up the past for you," Minerva whispered, but he seemed not to dwell on it anyhow. Not when his breath was hot on her cheek, and his hands touching - toying with her hair.
A tremble went through her as soon as his mouth moved away from hers and ghosted over the angle of her jaw. Her scarf was nudged aside, and hot lips on her throat - making her press up against him.
Oh...
Minerva pursed her lips, kissing Gideon's finger and she met his eyes.
"I have a room upstairs." It was a simple invitation - and she didn't want to sleep alone that night.