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right cradled the small of her back. Until he’d touched her, he hadn’t fully appreciated just how badly he wanted to kiss her. He watched as the rise and fall of her chest increased in speed, mimicking his uneven breaths. Her mouth parted, and the flash of her pink tongue flicked off his brain switch. All instinct based, he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to hers. He’d only meant to kiss her goodbye. Or rather, see you later.
    As soon as he tasted her, all his thoughts were on Madeline naked, underneath him, thighs parted and cradling him against her soaked sex. His hand moved from her chin to lightly stroke her face, the skin so soft beneath his fingers. He trailed his hand over her side, tracing the shape of her waist and the flare of her hips. Madeline moaned under his mouth, the sound sending a thrill over his body.
    “Um,” she gasped. “Can we... Not in the street?”
    He barely lifted his lips from hers to send her a frown. “Where?” With her lower body pressed to his, his mind transported him to the back room of her shop. He could sweep the chocolate aside, perch her on the edge of the table, and lift the skirts of her vintage dress. Within moments, he could be buried inside her, rocking them both to satisfaction.
    She wiggled out of his arms, putting a foot between them. “Um, that’s enough.”
    Being apart from her didn’t at all feel natural. “Disappointing.”
    “Hmm. Thanks for lunch.”
    “Shall I pick you up about half six?” he suggested, trying to regain some sense of normality. That hadn’t been a kiss. It had been a prelude to his whole future with her.
    “Why are you kissing me?” she blurted.
    It was possibly the most ridiculous question anyone had ever asked him. “Madeline,” he said through peals of laughter, “I want to do a lot more than just kiss you. Go back to work. I’ll see you soon.”
    He waited for her to return to the shop. She did, looking back at him every other step until she was safely inside. Turning back to the main road, he walked to the train station, a good thirty minutes away. It didn’t occur to him that the reason people were looking at him strangely was because he was whistling. Happily and at full volume.
    ***
    Madeline had changed twice in the back room of the shop while Caz gave a run down as to why she shouldn’t bother. All she wanted was to look nice. It had nothing to do with Cain. Mostly. In the last week, he’d called her, taken her email address, and forwarded some of the flats and houses to her that he’d had an eye on. It was overwhelming. Having been used to a sporadic letter here and there, she wasn’t sure how to take him being in contact with her so much.
    “Soldiers tend to be whores.”
    “Not listening,” she yelled, knocking over a box of chocolate discs. Hold on, was that the shop bell?
    “They do. Worse than naval men. Girls in every city, let alone a port. They’re all kinky. You wouldn’t be into the sort of things they’re into.”
    Madeline struggled with the zip of her dress. The material surrounding the zip was fraying at the edges, and she’d meant to replace it a few weeks ago, but it was so pretty and flattered her figure. “Be quiet!”
    “I’ve heard they’re all bisexual and wank each other off to go to sleep.”
    “That’s a horrible thing to say!” Madeline yelled. “Will you shut up?”
    “That sounds prejudicial! What do you have against bis?”
    “You’re talking rubbish,” Madeline fumed, opening the door and holding the front of the dress to her breasts. “It’s like saying all police officers are corrupt. All officials take bribes. All weathermen are liars.”
    “Eh... Well, yeah.”
    “You’re a pessimist.” Madeline fumed. “I like someone who understands me. If you don’t get it, I don’t care. It’s not your business.”
    “I’m just worried about you!” Caz defended herself. “You’re like freaking Snow White. I feel like he’s going to take advantage of