Marian lay in her bed. Wide awake, staring at the ceiling. The kiss, playing over and over in her mind. His lips on hers. His fingers tracing the outlines of her face. His arm tightly wrapped around her waist.
The first time she had told herself they had been saying goodbye. The end to whatever frustrating thing had been going on between them. She'd always love him, of course she would. They had a history and they were friends, sort of.
But after this second kiss she couldn't pretend it was another goodbye. Not when the sensations Robin had awoken in her tonight were unlike anything she had ever felt before.
When she thought about it she was sure she could again feel a tiny stirring deep inside her, down there.
'Oh this is insane' The rational side of her interrupted. 'It is wrong and they shouldn't be doing it'.
If he was to try to kiss her again, she would stop him. She would turn him away. As she should. She was engaged now.