It was a strange feeling of exhilaration, to take a chance and find, when she held it in her hands, that it was none of the things she'd feared. No doubt, no awkwardness— just the sweet pleasure of his mouth of hers. He tasted faintly of honey and mint leaves, of the forgotten tea growing warm on the coffee table. Qebhet shifted closer, deepening the kiss, her hand sliding along his jaw and into his hair.