Ah well, it was certainly part of his appeal, that unpolished honesty. The same honesty about him that had drawn her to him in the first place, easily slipping past her (then) mile high defenses when it came to others. Men or women, getting as close as he had, as quick as he had, was completely unprecedented.
That his unpolished honesty came in a gorgeous, French-British package? Just icing on the proverbial cake.
And no, no one else got to see her without shields, emotional or fabric, as her lips remained curved into a smile against his before she purely melted. The kiss was neither rushed nor in any way, simply enjoying the feel and taste of the man she loved, absolutely.