That was why Terrence didn't remember how small she was, too. Her effect on him was enormous, and he tended not to notice their size difference when he was tangled up in her, buried deep inside her, senses overwhelmed by her presence in the best way possible. It was endearing to notice her size, especially since her effect on him had already started, distracted from thinking about it by appreciating every inch of her with his eyes. He'd spent all week with just the memory of her, after all, and as many nice memories as he had by now, they just didn't compare to the real thing.
Wanting her was making it impossible for him to keep up the fake French, or even to come up with very much of anything to say at all. His gaze grew more heated as she sauntered towards him, and before he'd consciously decided to move, he'd picked her up, pressing her against the nearest wall. Then he was kissing her, and he simultaneously felt like he couldn't breathe and like he was breathing properly for the first time since he'd seen her last. There were too many clothes in between them, still, even though his were unfastened, but he couldn't bring himself to give either of them any room to get rid of them when his body felt magnetized to hers. He just wanted to press himself against her, absorb her body heat, and never pull away again.