An Improper Courtship

In a story of healing, love and family, follow the stories of three sisters Rosalie, Alyssa and Honey as they seek to knit the wounds of their souls through finding love.

"I believe intentions are as important as actions, " Rosalie whispered. Where was she going with this, she hadn't quite planned. The air around the two strangers stilled, somehow although not consciously they had both inched closer. Their hands intertwined seemed to represent a lot more.
"I guess, I should still find a way to thank you for your intentions," Rosalie murmured intimately. This was riske, instinctual but still riske.
"No need " Blake hushed back, her other hand moved to cover their hands and trailed to his wrist, perhaps more for her own balance or perhaps to ground her in what she was about to do next.
Whatever, it was, whether it was the way Blake scanned Rosalie as though she was the breaking of dawn in autumn, or the rush of energy surging from her near-death experience, or the fact that his hand provided a warmth that was both corporal and... spiritual. Rosalie stepped close, brushing her lips softly against his. It was soft, restrained. Rosalie's mind rolled with waves of sensations. She moved her hands up to his neck and pushed harder against his mouth, savouring his taste of something like berries and mint. Although shock rolled through his body, Blake soon felt that Rosalie was no novice in kissing. The gentleness was replaced by a daring dart of the tongue before she pulled away, taking his oxygen with her.