Something in him did unravel, reaching his hand down to tilt Padma's head up to his. Anthony kissed her this time, hungerly, one could almost hear the snap inside of him. Her drank her in, like water from a goblet after a long run. The feeling was similar - heart thumping, chest tightened, weary yet elated, thirsty without quenching.
Anthony pulled his mouth away for air, desperate for breath. His nose nuzzled along her jaw to her earlobe, his lips caressing her neck. He pulled her body closer to her, shameless, his fingers tracing patterns along the fabric of her robes.
The memories came flooding back. He remembered this feeling as his lips returned to hers. The exploration, the fumbling and failing. Anthony felt the pressure return and he broke the kiss.
"We should really get back," he whispered, breathless.