Any thought she may have harbored at being able to withhold the physical wants of the body had gone right out of the window when he cupped her neck, and rather expertly kissed her. What started out as a noise of surprise, swiftly became a low groan. And she was reminded just how long it had been.
Her resolve crumbled as if it had never been there. Kytana loosened her grip on his hand. It shifted to take hold of his teeshirt. Meditation forgotten.