There was something about being wanted and kissed by Christopher that made it feel good. Feel real.
Something powerful existed on his lips. Strong enough to pull her above the anger and disappointment of not being more than a desire for Christopher. Compelling, that made her want to settle for the moment. For a piece of him.
With his arms circled around her waist, he brought her hard against himself, his lips tightly pressed on hers, tossing away every word and question she had into space.
This wasn't all she wanted. But somehow it was what she needed. With no hesitation, her lips parted, taking in every intimacy that was between them because it felt right. It felt right being held in his arms, and kissed under a blanket of night sky and stars with flowery scents in the air. Nothing had ever felt better, could ever feel better.