At least she knew how to kiss. That was one thing Fatima could happily say for herself. She wasn't the expert kisser that Auntie Diana was, but she'd learned enough from her limited experience.

She knew how to leave them wanting more.

Leaning in, she deepened the kiss, putting her weight behind it. Her fingers pressed against the back of his neck, sweeping up into the back of his hair, pulling him up against her chest.

It ended with a little nip to his lower lip, before she pulled back just enough to speak, while still breathing the same air as him. "That was the idea."