To concentrate in a crowded room such as this would certainly be a task, to say the least, but it mattered so little to this woman now. Her hand just barely brushed against his neck when moving to his shoulder. The very tips of her fingers were pressing against the fabric of his tuxedo as her own lips parted against his.

Kissing the man who was once her mentor was nothing she could have imagined. But then again her mind did little to imagine much these days save for the peace she could find after a meeting with the council or dealing with the stressing matters of home. It only encouraged her to close the distance between them just a bit more.

Both of her hearts were pounding rapidly in her chest. The smallest sound of content could just barely be heard from her.