For so many years, he had yearned for nothing but for her to come back and now... here she stood, before him, kissing him, groping him like her life depended on it.
The need, from her side of emotion was great, but not as great as his. Her lips had been just as he remembered it... A perfect fit for his, but it seemed like he no longer was used to it.
It had been as though she were a better kisser than he remembered. But that could not be the surprise.
She had not, even for a single moment, flinched when his receiving tongue gained entry into her mouth. He could also feel the sway of her head as though she had been in a daze.
He had not lost it. He was still good enough for her.
His efforts to have concealed his emotions if ever she were to return had all been in vain immediately he
