Sage POV
He kissed me. Wilson finally kissed me. My lips tingled as I touched them, still in a state of disbelief. I had been waiting for this moment, like some schoolgirl who had never been kissed before and it had been every bit as magical as I had dreamed of. Better even, if I were to admit it. He wasn't some fumbling schoolboy, trying to grope me in a school corridor, he had been gentle, tender, and experienced enough to make me weak at the knees. I felt a smile on my lips as I sat there, on the bed, wishing that he hadn't had to leave, that he hadn't been the gentleman I knew him to be. Because, if he had only just pushed for more, part of me suspected I wouldn't have been able to refuse him, that I would have willingly given myself to him if only to experience more of the delicious
