She is softer than he expected. Warmer, sweeter, like a Sunday morning brunch near the beach. She surprised him with the kiss, expected more of innocent banter before possibly turning to this.

But Bach wouldn't be Bach if he'd be surprised by a kiss for very long. He put one hand on the low of her back, the other curling around her neck ever so gently, his thumb caressing the back of her ear through her hair.

Sweet wasn't his strong point, but he tried very hard to keep it carefree.