Mariana bites her lip, trying in vain to calm down and understand things. Then, in a breath of her voice, the girl says:
"Yes."
That simple answer seems to turn on a flickering light on James' face, who was surely hoping for a negative. Subtly, the man strokes Mariana's rosy cheeks, with all the delicacy in the world.
She snuggles into his touch, but her eyes are still curious, dazzled by the discovery and the surprise that still gripped her.
"James," she murmurs.
The man's nose brushes against hers as he slowly brushes his own lips against hers.
The kiss is quite sweet, soft and whispery, like the spring breeze on flowers.
Every touch, every snap, and every movement is subtle and not at all disrespectful, as if James was pondering that the time was not right for that passion to be
