There was something different in the way he kissed her this time. It was not constructed to end up nude and wrapped in tangled sheets or even to hear those soft moans that he knew were inevitable. Instead, these were more careful; as if he was fearful that the want in his own lips would force hers to crumble-and so his lips parted sweetly and returned tenderly as these kisses that reignited and resumed their relationship severed unfairly with a selfless heart now rewarded with reconciliation.
With his palms pressed on the flat wood of the door at her back, she would break the kiss with a momentary smirk as she could feel the vibration of his nails teasing the timber that acted as her structural support. This grin would be forced from her lips as he lifted his hands to the portion of her
