He smelled of intoxicating masculine aftershave and his hot breath was laced with a taste of beer and mint, a combination enough to send heat to her body as he claimed her mouth in open kisses. Gentle and calculating at first, allowing her to have time to accept him, giving her freedom to stop him if she wanted to.
"You taste like chocolates."
Laurence mumbled in between kisses and Amelia smiled before locking her lips with his again.
"The small fridge had some when I checked and..."
She whispered back when he stopped for a moment.
"Hmmm..."
Planting a soft kiss on her upper lip, he moved his face back just a fraction.
"Did you leave some for me?"
Milly blinked, remembering whether there were still left.
"Um... sorry. There's only three small pieces I think...maybe four."
She hes
