Having her in his lap essentially and kissing Mouse the way that he was kissing her, was exactly as it was supposed to have been. Nothing more, nothing less, just quiet perfection. Wrapping his arms around her, he smoothed down the back of her shirt before his fingertips pressed gently into her side, holding her with him. Usually during a heated moment he would begin to rush things, pushing for more mostly because he wanted to know everything. He still wanted to know, but the desire to engulf her wasn’t there. Instead there was a desire that he had never felt before.
Grey wanted to know all of her, but he wasn’t in a rush. Instead it was like peeling back layers and knowing there was no time limit. Each layer was one he wanted to savour, and this layer was definitely enough at the moment. Right there under the sycamore tree, he knew he had everything he needed in his arms. It was a strange feeling for Grey. Something that he had always wanted to feel, but that seemed to be unattainable.
He stopped kissing her for a moment and smiled into her lips, “I’m sorry,” he whispered into her lips before kissing her again, the smile never fading.