(Never be sorry sweetheart)
Christine rather liked how comfortable he seemed with her now. How comfortable they both were. She had no reason to worry about kissing him and he had long stopped keeping his hands still and firm. Well, they were still firm but they were most definitely more willing to move. It made her feel more at ease also. Though perhaps that also came with certain aspects of married life. She didn’t feel embarrassed about kissing him how she wanted to or letting her hands move to rest ever so gently against the nape of his neck.
Far too quickly into the kiss he placed her away and she had to take a moment to gain back her thought process. She felt certain her lips were bruised and seeing him look so thoroughly kissed did rather excite her. She made him look like that. Christine may be relatively innocent compared to others but that did not mean she did not like the look her husband sometimes gets. Especially after a kiss. But it soon became clear his thoughts were no longer on the kiss and her brow furrowed before he had even said anything.
“You do?” she asked quietly, still frowning up at him. At least he had kept his hands on her. If he pulled away from her completely she would worry even more. She glanced at her feet as she tried to think just what he had to tell her that seemed so awful. Christine lifted her eyes to his after a few moments of contemplation. “Then please, tell me. Before you worry me.”
Was he ill again? Oh please do not let it be that.