Nero was kissing her.
This was truly happening.
Nero. f*****g. Greenlee. Was. Kissing. Her.
Her!
Valentine groaned and softened into his grasp, her brain brief- circuiting.
It was a delicate brush that was over way as well before long, but Nero wasn’t done. He brushed his lips against her a few times so tenderly that she might scarcely feel anything but the warm spreading through her limbs.
When he tilted her head back and followed the crease of her mouth with his tongue, Valentine wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing herself to him. She felt him grin against her mouth some time recently he extended the kiss.
They stood in the rising moonlight, kissing and investigating each other’s bodies with meandering hands. Perhaps it was the new discuss or the sound of the wind passing
