(From Leandro's Perspective)
I was a bit surprised to see that she did not resist at all. Other times when I kissed her, she would resist just a bit, but this time, there was no kind of guard that she held against me. I was glad that she started to open up, trying to take the chance of how to feel good, how to feel being cared for.
Her hand was in my hand as she led me to the cave. This time she took my hand first, and I got to touch her little soft palm again, embraced against my big rough one, like a petal on a stone.