He saw his mother appear in the foyer out of the corner of his eye and immediately wrapped one hand about her face, the other gripping the nape of her neck, as his lips molded against the lush softness of her own.

The suddenness of his action caught her off-guard but perhaps because he had kissed her so twice before, this time she reacted as she thought she should. Her fingers briefly clutched his forearm even as his hands drifted from her face, one settling about her waist. The other briefly rested upon her arm, before joining the other as he pulled her flush up against him.

Confusion ensnared her for a moment as she teetered between what was right and what was want before reality leapt swiftly through the chaos of emotions � rational and desire were one. They had to make this look real and she wanted his kiss, his touch and so her stiffness vanished; and the ringing of her heart, the singing of her blood were unlike any she had ever experienced before. Parting her lips, she rested her hands gingerly upon his shoulders, her fingers sliding across the gray material of his jacket as she gave herself up to him in the moment.

Savoring the feel, the taste of him - this man.