"No, no, I've wanted..."

He brushed his fingertips across her cheekbone. It was a gentle, almost feather-like touch, as if he touched her lightly then the inner woman who did not desire him back would not be able to feel it.

He kissed her again, quickly. Briefly, letting his mouth linger on hers. One time, he promised himself. One time, and he couldn't even stick to that.