Beside her ear, the coffee machine was humming and steaming, as if the moisture in Cressida Jones's throat was also being rapidly evaporated, making her body feel hot and dry...
Suddenly,
sunlight tore through the sky, shining in through the glass window.
The sunshine in the early morning, warm, yellow, and clear, shone on the two of them, yet vanished between their lips.
He bowed his head,
and kissed her.
Beside her ear, the vibrations of the coffee machine intertwined with her heartbeat; she was almost able to hear the rushing backflow of her own blood.
He was restrained,
gentle, grinding...
Very light,
yet the kiss set her lips on fire.
After a slight pause, their lips parted, in the brushing of skin and hot breaths, his breath teased her ear, "Cressida, no brother would kiss his sister like this, or maybe..."
"Kiss like this."
His arms tightened once more, circling around her waist.
His lips fell,
this kiss, was deep.
Tangling, enticing her nerves.
