The way he kisses her leaves her breathless. There isn't even time for fear or reservation to pull her back; there's only his mouth, and hers, the way his breath tickles her skin, and the touch of his tongue.

The next time he presses into her she shudders; her hips shift against him, ever so gently.

"Gene."

She reaches up to cup his face, pulling back just far enough to catch her breath.