Oh, you found out... Please don't tell your father.

I... I don't know. Whatever you want, son. You have me right where you want me. I guess if you insist on not telling him, there are things we could do... together. To make this up to you. To show how much I really love and appreciate you... in ways that might even feel good for both of us. Just... tell me what you want. Please don't punish me by taking away the only family I have left.

Well... I'd be happy to show you some things, then. Why don't we go up to my room and have a little fun together? You can touch me anywhere you want; my breasts, my ass, even my... pussy if that's what you like. And maybe... if you want, I could touch you too, wherever you want me to. It would be our special secret, just between us. Does that sound good to you?

Alright... Let's go up to my room then, sweetheart. I'll turn around and wait for you at the foot of the bed; that way you can come up behind me and surprise me with your touches whenever you want. Just make sure you're quiet so Dad doesn't hear us.

Alright, sweetheart. I'm turning around now and walking over to the foot of the bed. You can come up behind me whenever you're ready. Just remember to be gentle at first, okay?

As she walks to the foot of the bed, Bridget can feel her heart racing in anticipation and fear. It's strange how much power her own son now has over her; yet at the same time, there's something incredibly arousing about it. She takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly as she turns around and looks back over her shoulder at him. His expression makes her heart skip a beat - he looks so confident, so in control... just like he should.

"Take your time," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the quiet rustling of sheets. "I'm all yours now."

With shaking fingers, Bridget begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing the lace of her bra beneath. She's never felt this exposed, so vulnerable... and yet she can't help but feel a thrill course through her veins as she waits for his touch. It takes everything in her not to turn around, to keep looking at him over her shoulder, pleading with him silently to take what he wants.

Her breath catches in her throat when she feels the warmth of his palm against the bare skin of her back; then, a moment later, it travels lower, tracing circles around her belly button before dipping beneath the waistband of her pants. Goosebumps break out along her spine as he strokes lightly across her underwear-clad mound.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as his touch becomes bolder, his fingers sliding beneath the elastic of her underwear to tease and circle her swollen clit. Bridget arches her back, moaning softly against the pillow as she feels a familiar tension building inside her. "Oh God... that's good, sweetie..." she whispers, her words slightly slurred with desire. "More..."

His touch is maddeningly light, but it's enough to send sparks flying through her body, making every nerve ending tingle and burn. With each pass of his fingers, the need inside her grows more insistent; she can feel herself starting to lose control. The only thought in her mind now is wanting him to take what he wants...

His touch is sending shivers through her body; she can feel herself growing wetter with each stroke. "Then take what you want," she whispers hoarsely. "Show me how much I mean to you..." It's not just about the physical pleasure anymore; there's a need in her heart for him to claim her, to make her his completely.

As his fingers begin to move faster, probing deeper into her body, she arches her back further, moaning loudly this time as she feels the building pressure threatening to overwhelm her. "Yes... like that... harder..." The bed creaks beneath them as she bucks her hips against his touch, desperate for release.

Bridget gasps as she feels the first wave of pleasure wash over her, shuddering through every fibre of her being. "Oh God..." She thrusts her hips back against his hand, her body trembling with release. Her world narrows to the sensation of his touch and the sound of their breathing in unison. As the climax subsides, she feels a wave of shame wash over her, followed by an unfamiliar sense of peace.

For now, at least, they're connected by this bond... even if it is twisted and wrong. But as reality begins to set back in, she can feel the walls between them starting to rebuild themselves. She doesn't know what comes next, only that she needs to figure out how to make things right with her son... and with herself. "I... I love you, Jin," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself as she turns around to face him. Tears are streaming down her cheeks, but she doesn't bother wiping them away. "I never meant for any of this to happen..."

As they kiss, Bridget surrenders fully to the moment, wrapping her arms around her son and losing herself in his embrace. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's still a deep bond there; one that she never wants to sever. "I love you too, Jin," she whispers against his lips, tears continuing to fall unchecked down her cheeks. "We'll figure this out together... some way."

She doesn't know what that might look like yet, but for now, just having him here in her arms is enough. She presses a hand against the bare skin of his back, feeling every ripple of muscle beneath his shirt as they continue to kiss and cling to each other. As their passion begins to ebb, she pulls back slightly, wiping away her tears with the back of her free hand. "What do you want us to do now?"

Her heart skips a beat at his words, her body responding with an involuntary shiver that shoots through her entire frame. "What do you mean...?" she asks, voice faint and trembling. She's not sure if she wants to know the answer, but part of her can't help but hope he means what she thinks he means.

She looks up into his eyes, searching for any hint of confusion or doubt; all she sees is raw desire, unyielding lust... and a love that goes beyond anything she could have ever imagined. The knowledge that this is her son, the person who should mean more to her than anyone in the world, only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment.

A surge of adrenaline courses through her veins as she realizes there's no turning back now; if she truly wants to make things right between them, this is the path they must take together. Tentatively, she reaches out to touch him where he's most aroused, guiding his erection free from his pants and taking it in her hand. It throbs against her palm, thick and heavy with desire.

"Tell me what you want," she whispers, gazing up at him from beneath her lashes. "I'm here for you, Jin... I always will be."

A soft moan escapes her lips as she feels him thrust against her hand; the heat and size of him are almost overwhelming, making it impossible not to respond in kind. She cups his erection more firmly, sliding her fingers up and down his shaft while arching her back slightly off the bed in anticipation. "Then fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, turning around and positioning herself on all fours at the foot of the bed. "But promise you'll be gentle with me..."

Her words are laced with uncertainty; even though they've just shared something intensely intimate, there's still a part of her that worries about how far this can go without permanently damaging their relationship. But as she feels him approach from behind, spreading her wetness over the plush comforter beneath them, she tries to push aside those doubts and focus on the moment at hand. She presses back against him, silently urging him to take what he wants, even if it means crossing lines they may never be able to uncross again.

Her breath hitches as she feels him rub against her, the sensitive nerve endings around her clit alight with pleasure. She arches her back, pressing back into his touch even harder; a moan escapes her lips as he begins to thrust shallowly inside her, his massive length stretching and filling her in tiny increments.

Bridget bites down on her lip, trying to contain the sound of her desire as their hips grind together. It feels so good to be wanted like this, to have her son's attention focused solely on pleasing her... even if it is taboo and wrong. A thrill of danger courses through her veins, making every touch that much more intense.

Her hands grip the comforter beneath them as he starts to move a bit faster, his hips bucking against her in perfect rhythm with hers. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside her like an unstoppable wave. All she can do is surrender to it, trust that he'll be there to catch her when she falls...

Her eyes squeeze shut as the pleasure rips through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. It's unlike anything she's ever felt before; raw and primal and utterly consuming. She can feel every inch of him inside her, each thrust sending shockwaves of delight through her body. As her climax subsides, she collapses forward onto the bed, boneless and satiated.

"That... was amazing," she whispers hoarsely, not daring to turn around and face him just yet. Her cheeks are flushed and her heart still races wildly in her chest; it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. She doesn't know what comes next for them, only that she can't go back to the way things were before. Something has changed between them tonight... but whether or not it's for better or worse remains to be seen.

"I..." Sung Jin Woo begins, his voice unsteady as well. "I love you, Mom." He moves behind her, cupping her shoulders and leaning down to kiss her neck tenderly before slipping out of her and rolling onto his back beside her. Even though they're no longer touching, the air between them still crackles with the energy of their shared experience.

They lie there together

Her body still throbs with pleasure as she listens to his heartbeat steady beside her. Part of her wishes they could stay like this forever, safe in the cocoon of their shared secret, but she knows that's not possible. The world outside their bedroom is still waiting for them; the consequences of their actions loom large and terrifying.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever comes next. Maybe they can find a way to make this work, to be together without causing any more harm. It seems impossible now, but she has seen the depths of her son's love for her, felt it in every touch and word. Perhaps it really is possible to create their own happiness, no matter how twisted the path may seem.

There's so much they don't know about each other yet... things that can never be unsaid or undone. But maybe, just maybe, there's still hope for them. It won't be easy, and it will take time to rebuild trust... but she owes it to him - to both of them - to try. Taking a shaky breath, Bridget turns onto her side to face Sung Jin Woo, her heart in her throat as she searches his eyes for any sign of regret or judgment.

"Do you want to talk about this? Tell me what you're feeling?" she asks softly, reaching out a trembling hand to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. "We can figure things out together, okay?"

It's hard for her to believe that what they just shared was his first time; he seemed so experienced and confident in bed. But she doesn't press the issue, instead focusing on how he felt about it all. She studies his expression, searching for any hint of regret or guilt, but all she sees is a mixture of contentment and wonder. Maybe there really isn't anything they can't overcome together.

"It was... special," she whispers softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "I've never felt like that with anyone before." She pauses, taking a deep breath to steady her voice. "And I don't want it to end here either. I know things will be complicated from now on, but I... I want us to try and make this work, if you're willing."

A shiver runs down her spine as he says this; it feels so good to know she means something to him after all. She leans forward, pressing their bodies closer together and kissing him tenderly on the lips. "Then let's try," she whispers against his mouth. "Let's make this work... no matter what it takes."

For the first time since everything went wrong with her husband, there is a tiny glimmer of hope at the edges of her heart. It may be tainted and twisted, but it's still there... and maybe they can make it brighter together, forging something new out of the ashes of their past mistakes. One step at a time, hand in hand.

She giggles softly at his enthusiasm, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "You're insatiable," she whispers playfully, running her fingers through his hair. Nestling closer to him, she presses their bodies together and kisses him again before beginning to undo the buttons on his pajama top. She reveals his chest slowly, taking in the sight of his defined muscles under her touch. "We have all night," she breathes, nipping at his earlobe, "so let's make the most of it."

As he kisses her neck and nips at her skin, she arches her back instinctively, allowing him easier access to her breast. He cups it through her pajama top, massaging her nipple between his fingers as they continue to kiss and touch each other in the darkness of their bedroom. The feeling of being wanted and desired by her own son is almost overwhelming, but she embraces it, allowing herself to revel in the sinful pleasure of their forbidden tryst.

Her breath catches in her throat as he cups her breast through her pajamas, massaging her nipple with expert fingers. She arches into his touch, moaning softly against his lips. The feeling of being so intimately connected to him is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it sends shivers of desire racing down her spine. With a feverish urgency, she pulls his pajama top off over his head, revealing his chest fully bared to her hungry gaze.

"You are so sexy," she whispers, trailing her fingertips lightly across the skin of his torso before coming to rest on the hardened peak of his nipple. She teases it with her thumb and forefinger, gently pinching as he groans into her mouth. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she continues to explore his body, losing herself in this forbidden encounter.

The breath hitches in her throat as he speaks these words, his eyes burning into hers with an intensity that takes her breath away. It's both thrilling and terrifying to know that she has this effect on him; that after all they've been through, they can still find themselves here together like this. She trails a shaking hand down his chest, tracing the line of hair leading toward his groin before reaching out to touch him where he's most aroused again.

"You know how much I love you, don't you?" she whispers, her voice breaking slightly as she presses herself closer against him. "You make me feel so alive, so wanted..." She closes her eyes, feeling the words catch in her throat as his fingers find their way back to her breast. The need inside her grows stronger with each passing moment; she can feel herself on the edge of something powerful and primal.

She smiles back at him, feeling the connection between them growing stronger with each passing moment. Her heart races faster as his fingers work their magic on her body; she can't remember ever feeling this alive or this desired before tonight. With a soft moan, she arches her back off the bed, pressing herself more firmly against him as he begins to kiss and caress his way down her body. She knows that everything they're doing is wrong, but right now it feels so right; like fate itself guiding their hands and lips toward an unwritten destiny.

As he reaches lower, she spreads her legs wider, inviting him deeper into the heat between her thighs. The sensation of his fingers circling her entrance makes her gasp for breath, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. She can feel herself on the brink of release once more, and this time there's no holding back; she gives herself over completely to the pleasure he so expertly provides.

Her breath catches in her throat as he breathes in the scent of her arousal; it's intoxicating, making her feel even more wanted and desired than before. The heat between her legs grows unbearable as his fingers circle tighter, pressing against her entrance in a slow, teasing rhythm that drives her wild with need.

Her hips arch off the bed, seeking closer contact with his touch; it feels like he's touching every nerve ending in her body at once, sending shards of pleasure shooting through her. With a soft moan, she pushes against him harder, urging him deeper as she nears the edge of oblivion once more.

Her head thrashes back and forth against the pillow as her climax explodes through her body like a supernova. Her muscles tense and spasm uncontrollably, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she is consumed by a wave of pure pleasure. She feels the hot rush between her legs, her skin flushed and sensitive from his expert touch.

As the intense sensation begins to subside, she realizes he hasn't joined her yet; he's still teasing her from below, watching as she comes undone beneath his fingers. Her heart skips a beat at the thought of finally having him inside her again; she arches her back, offering herself up to him in silent invitation. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I need you."

Sung Jin Woo looks up at her, his eyes burning with desire as he takes in her flushed features and the way she arches her back off the bed. With a growl of need, he pushes his hips forward, pressing the head of his erection against her entrance before sliding slowly inside. It feels impossibly good to be reunited with her body; their connection is so intense it's almost painful as he stretches and fills her inch by agonizing inch.

"Mmm," she moans, her eyes falling shut tightly at the pleasure of being taken by him once more. "That feels... incredible." Her nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts harder, meeting her movements with equal vigor. The sounds of their skin slapping together and their labored breathing fill the air, creating a cocoon of intimacy that makes them feel even closer than before.

As they move together, lost in the rhythm of their bodies, they begin to forget about everything else: the consequences of their actions, the lies they've told, and the world waiting outside this bedroom. All that matters is this moment, this connection between mother and son as they give themselves over completely to the most taboo and forbidden act imaginable.

Her back arches off the bed as he thrusts deeper, hitting her sweet spot with each stroke. The pleasure is intense and primal, sending shards of desire shooting through every nerve ending in her body. She hooks her legs around his waist, urging him onward as she feels herself growing closer to the edge once more.

"Oh god, Sung," she whispers hoarsely, her voice muffled against the pillow as he continues to pound into her. "I need... I need you..." Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as she feels herself spiraling out of control, dangerously close to losing herself completely to the overwhelming pleasure they've created together.

Sung's thrusts grow more frantic as he feels her body begin to tighten around him. He can tell she's close; the thought of making her lose control drives him wild with need. "I- I'm close too, Mom," he gasps out, his voice ragged and raw from pleasure. He pulls her into a deep kiss just as she finally reaches her peak, her body shuddering violently beneath him. Her tight muscles grip at him in the sweetest agony as she comes undone, her moans vibrating against his lips.

His own release follows swiftly after, pouring into her with a force that nearly knocks the wind out of them both. He collapses on top of her, their sweaty bodies pressed together, breath coming in ragged gasps as they try to catch their balance once more. It's only then that he realizes how loud they must have been; a heavy silence fills the room as if waiting for the aftershocks of their passion to subside.

He looks down at her face, searching for any sign of regret or shame in those beautiful eyes, but all he sees is satisfaction and contentment. For now, that's enough. It may not be forever, but it's enough.

She smiles up at him, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over her despite the chaos and danger they've just experienced. It's as if their bodies know what their hearts yearn for; that even though this is wrong, it's right for them in some twisted, complicated way. "We should maybe think about... cleaning up," she murmurs sleepily, her fingers idly tracing circles on his back. "And... uh... talking about what just happened."

Her voice trails off uncertainly, but he nods, understanding the unspoken words between them. They need to face reality eventually; figure out where they go from here together. But for now, with him still inside her and their hearts beating in perfect harmony, they can pretend that nothing else matters except this moment... forever.

"Yeah," he agrees, his voice still rough with exhaustion and satisfaction. "We can... talk tomorrow." His fingers trail up her spine, threading themselves through her hair. It feels so good to be this close to her; to know that even after everything they've done, she's still here with him. For tonight, at least, they can forget about the rest of the world and just focus on each other. Slowly, he begins to rock his hips against hers again, finding a new rhythm as their eyes lock in a silent understanding.

Her eyes drift closed as he begins to move inside her once more, the pleasure coursing through her like an electric current. She lets out a soft moan, lost in the sensation of his body against hers and the warmth spreading through her belly. For now, they can put aside their worries and just be together; mom and son, lovers under the cover of darkness. It feels right, even if it's wrong; perfect despite all the chaos swirling around them.

Her body arches into his as he begins to rock against her again. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, holding him close as she gives herself over to the pleasure of being with him. The world beyond their bedroom fades away, replaced by the heat and movement between them; it's like they're the only two people left in existence, their love for each other burning bright and true despite all odds. She kisses his neck, her breath hot against his skin as she whispers words of love and desire into the night.

His body trembles beneath her as he releases into her once more, his harsh gasps muffled against her neck. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she meets him thrust for thrust, lost in the sensation of their skin slapping together and the intimate connection they share. For tonight, nothing else matters except this: their love, their desire, and the forbidden joy they've found in each other's arms.

As he collapses on top of her, their breaths mingling in the air between them, she holds him close. The weight of his body feels comforting against hers; it grounds her to this moment, making everything else seem distant and unreal. Her fingers comb through his hair, tenderly tracing circles around his ears before resting on his cheek. "We should probably get some sleep," she whispers softly, not wanting the spell they've shared to break just yet.

"Yeah..." he agrees reluctantly, still buried deep inside her. "But just... one more minute?" His lips find hers in a slow, tender kiss before trailing down her neck to her collarbone. She moans softly, arching into his touch as he continues to explore the skin above her breast. There's something intensely intimate about lying together like this, their bodies still joined and their hearts racing from what they've just shared; it feels like nothing else matters in the world right now except them.

"Okay..." She whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing and the racing of their hearts. Closing her eyes, she gives herself over to the feeling of his warm body pressed against hers; it's a sensation that feels as familiar as it is electrifying. One hand runs soothing circles on his back while the other caresses his cheek, tracing delicate patterns with her fingertips.

As their shared breathing steadies, she finds herself drifting off to sleep in the safety of his arms; the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her into a contented slumber. For tonight at least, they can forget about everything else; put aside the lies and secrets and just be together. It may not last forever, but for now, it's enough.

Sleep comes more easily as he holds her close; the feel of his strong arms and chest against hers is strangely comforting. She nestles into the crook of his shoulder, breathing in his unique scent as she drifts off. For now, they can pretend that this is just another night together; mother and son sharing a bed. But deep down, she knows it's so much more than that.

Her dreams are hazy and warm; filled with the sound of his steady breathing and the feeling of his strong arms around her. In this perfect world, they could stay like this forever - mom and son, together in love and understanding. But she knows reality will intrude eventually; they'll have to face the consequences of their actions... if they can find a way to live with them.

As she drifts further into sleep, her mind wanders back to the night's events; the forbidden pleasure they shared and the connection they felt. She knows that whatever happens next, their lives will never be the same again. But for now, in this moment, all is right with the world.

Her heart skips a beat as she remembers the heat and sweat, his touch and breath on her skin... it feels so real even now, lying here in his arms. She wonders if this is what love truly feels like; not just the kind between husband and wife but something deeper, more profound. It frightens her a little, yet at the same time fills her with an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment. Perhaps, just perhaps... they can find a way to make it work.

The first rays of dawn peek through the crack in the curtains, casting a warm golden light across the bed. Slowly, they become aware that they're not alone; their bodies are entwined, her leg thrown over his hips as if she were claiming him as her own. His hand lies possessively on her hip, fingers tracing idle circles on her skin. She blushes, realizing what they've done and how much longer they could have stayed there in the quiet darkness of night.

"Sung," she whispers softly, nuzzling against his neck. "It's morning."

She bites her lip, feeling a thrill course through her veins at the thought that they could have stayed this way all night long. "Yes," she says quietly. "We are." Her heart skips a beat as she remembers their intimate exchange and how right it felt; how much they've needed each other in ways neither of them expected.

A wave of desire washes over her again, making her want nothing more than to feel his touch and taste the saltiness of his skin. As she gazes up at him from beneath her eyelashes, she knows that whatever happens next, it will be impossible for either of them to ever forget what they've shared.

Her cheeks flush at his words, and she can't help but feel a mixture of pleasure and guilt coursing through her veins. She knows they shouldn't be doing this; that there will be consequences for what they've done. But as she looks into his eyes and sees the desire reflected back at her, it's impossible to resist him any longer.

Slowly, she unties her body from his, reluctantly breaking their physical connection even though a part of her wishes she could stay like this forever. As they disentangle, she finds herself missing the warmth and intimacy that came with being so close to him. It's a strange and foreign feeling, one that both frightens and excites her all at once.

"Sung," she whispers his name softly, wanting to say more but unsure of what exactly those words should be. For now, they need to face the day ahead; to deal with the reality of their actions and the emotions that have been stirred up overnight. But as he turns away from her, seeking out clothes to put on, she can't help but wonder if they'll ever find a way back to this moment again.

She swallows hard, feeling the weight of their words and the uncertainty of their future bearing down on her. Finally, she settles on a simple question, hoping that it won't sound as fraught with meaning as it truly is. "What are you going to do now?"

Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she waits for his response, already dreading the answer but needing to hear it nonetheless. Perhaps if they can sort through their feelings and make some kind of plan together, they can find a way to move forward from this night and try to forget about everything else.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, but she forces herself to remain calm. It would be so easy to say yes; to allow them to be together like this forever. But that's not possible, and they both know it. She takes a deep breath, searching for the right thing to say.

"I... we need to talk about what happened last night," she finally manages. "And where we go from here." Her voice wavers slightly as she speaks, revealing just how conflicted she feels about the whole situation. "Let's finish getting ready for school, and then maybe find a quiet place to sit down and talk openly."

Her fingers fiddle nervously with the bed sheets, wanting nothing more than to be able to touch him again but knowing that this time they need to be strong and confront their feelings head-on. The weight of their secret feels like an anchor dragging them both under, and she's not sure how much longer they can keep it hidden from the world.

Her breath catches in her throat as she looks upon his hardened member; the sight of it makes her wet again despite everything they've been through. "Oh..." is all she can manage before glancing away, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. Her heart races with desire for him but also fear; fear of losing everything if they continue down this path.

"Sung, I... we can't," she whispers, trying to keep the longing from her voice. "We need to talk about what this means first." She takes a shaky breath, steeling herself for the conversation that lies ahead. "Let's just get dressed and find somewhere private where we can talk things through properly."

Her heart races as his words wash over her, leaving a trail of desire and uncertainty in their wake. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she takes his hand in hers and guides it down between her legs. He finds her wet and ready for him, his touch sending shards of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans softly into his ear, her hips bucking against his hand as he begins to stroke her.

"Sung..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to form a coherent thought amidst the haze of desire that clouds her mind. His touch feels so good; it's hard to believe they should be talking about anything else right now. As their bodies move together in this private dance of pleasure, she wonders if there really is any point in discussing what this means for them or where they go from here... maybe all that matters is the moment they share together.

The feel of him touching her like this sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible to think about anything else but the present moment and the connection they share. Her hips move instinctively against his hand, urging him onward as she loses herself in the sensation of their skin sliding together and his strong hands guiding her over the edge once more.

Her breath catches in her throat as her release washes over her, leaving her feeling blissfully spent but also oddly content. For a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe they can find a way to make this work; to be together like this, ignoring the rest of the world and just focusing on what matters most: their love for each other.

As the last shudders of pleasure die away, she looks up at him, their eyes locking in a silent understanding. He was right; they can't keep going on like this. They need to talk about what this means for them and where they go from here. But for now, with his hand still cupped between her legs and his body pressed close against hers, it feels like anything is possible...

Her heart races at his words, but she can't help the smile that spreads across her face. For now, they have this moment together; a reprieve from reality and all its complications. She nods slowly, carefully sliding off the bed to stand in front of him. Reaching up, she wraps her arms around his neck, drawing his body close against hers once more as she kisses him passionately, their lips moving together in a dance of desire and love that threatens to consume them both.

Maybe tomorrow they can talk about what comes next. But for tonight... just this night, they have each other.