Diarmid watched as she nodded and a pink tint coated her cheeks and relief flooded his chest. Even kneeling in front of her, he was eye level to her and he took advantage of their positions and leaned in and gently kissed her soft lips.
Lita barely moved in her position and he knew she was nervous. Her dislike of kissing from weeks ago was rearing its head and it was all his fault. Kissing was intimate and this kiss was not s****l in the least and it was making her uncomfortable because he had ruined everything with his shitty temper and his spoiled child behavior.
She was so dainty compared to him he could hold her entire face in his two hands and have room to spare and he tenderly cupped her cheeks while slowly drawing his lips back and forth.
He pulled away and looked into the gorge
