She kissed him back gently, her free hand sliding affectionately up his back while the other continued to stroke him. Guin knew she was very good with her hands and she was making sure to find every spot and every inch of him, her thumb sliding over the head as it began to leak onto her fingers.

"You don't need to hear about those assholes," she muttered. "You're the one I want now."

And she had no intention of leaving him, not knowing that in five more years this would be over.