God, he had missed this. During those first few weeks when he had still been convinced he was going to get out of there, he'd thought about this, let the memory of it fill him up.
His free hand shifted to cup her face, thumb brushing over shockingly smooth skin.
And then he felt it, bubbling up like it usually only had when he was angry, his power trying to force its way out. He beat it back, but as he grew more and more distracted with the feeling of her lips, the smell of her skin, he could feel it trying to seep through the cracks.
He quickly pulled back from her, taking in a sharp breath as he willed it to recede. "I should go."