He was so close she could feel his breath as he spoke, warm air drifting across her cheek. She swallowed reflexively.

"So would I."

They couldn't get very close, not with her knee up between them, his hands anchoring her leg. But he was close enough for this. She raised her hand to his cheek, stroking her thumb against the skin, tracing the dark line of his tattoo.

The kiss was more certain this time, Christine pressing her lips gently but firmly against the heat of his mouth.