The man's kiss was tender, carrying traces of coaxing. Delphine was kissed to the point of breathless confusion, and only when she was carried into the room did she regain some clarity.
Outside, the night was still and deep, cool and silky, with the distant silhouette of mountains undulating in the darkness. The man's strong arms wrapped around her from behind, their fingers interlocked as they stood before the floor-to-ceiling window. Kissing her, he murmured in a deep, husky voice, "I remember you always loved windows, and yearned for the world outside."
