At night
Her pink lips gleamed under the starlight. They were opened slightly, like a silent invitation to him, and hesitantly, he inched closer.
She was asleep. As was everyone.
Her breath tickled his skin, caressing him, and his heart drummed inside his chest.
It would be easy to steal a kiss from her. In the morning, she wouldn't remember it. But it wasn't right. She was too pure for him and his dirty hands.
He looked down at her longingly, before stroking over her lips, with the most tender of touches.
Then, he left her to her dreams, keeping his for himself.