"I know," she breathed, but didn't stop. She wanted this - she missed him so much - and, although her mind was telling her to wait, her body and heart needed him.
She ran her hands up his stomach as she kissed him, lifting the shirt with them. She broke the kiss for just a moment while she pulled it up and off over his head, her eyes drinking in the sight of so much skin, before her lips were back on his. She pressed her body close, running her hands over his bare chest and back, relearning him. In that moment, although she hadn't forgotten what had happened, she just couldn't bring herself to care any more.