Kitty trembled and tried to force herself to relax.
"I love you."
Her hands shook as she moved them to the hem of Piotr's shirt, pulling the fabric up. There was that small bit of her that was still feeling so much younger. She felt so much excitement and yet she was scared. She tried to force herself to be calm, but found in nearly impossible. It was like she was fifteen again, kissing a boy for the first time, not sure if she should be timid or more forward.