When she finally pulled back, he immediately opened his eyes. He was assessing. Judging. Not her, but her reaction. How was she assessing him?
"I was successful?" She had to smile at him.
"Yeah. I think you got it."
That was nice. He liked to kiss. Suddenly, he was wishing that he had not been successful. If he had failed in a kiss, perhaps she would permit another. Surely there was room for improvement. But how? During the kiss, he felt a yearning for more. But how to accomplish it?
He drew even closer to her. "I will try again."
