The kiss started as no more than a soft brush of their lips, but quickly shifted into something far more passionate. Varek reached around me to grab hold of my side and buried his other hand in my hair, probably ruining the work Mona had done to make me presentable. In an instant, I knew I was lost. The feel of his plush lips connecting with my own, the force of his hands on my body, it all combined into a beautiful moment of completeness. I had never felt this way before, the chaste kisses shared between Theron and myself over the years paled in comparison. This, this was everything.
After minutes, or hours, maybe even days (time had stopped for the duration of the kiss), we broke apart, both of us gasping for air, chests heaving with the exertion of stopping. Varek rested his forehead a
