A kiss.
Other than her mother's loving kiss upon her forehead, Lydia knew not what a kiss felt like. She'd never been held by anyone other than her mother before, so being held in the arms of not just anyone, but the opposite sex, was quite an exhilarating experience for her.
His hands pulled her closer, pressing her upon his body as though he meant to merge their bodies together.
From the moment the beast first showed up in front of her door, to the moment where she helped the man trim off the excess hair from his head and face, not once did the witch imagine such a thing happening between them.
But all of a sudden, in a small space, between a small amount of time… Between the space of time where she had finished trimming off his hair and the time he had held her hand and pulled her close to his body, something that had not transpired between them over the past days suddenly happened.
