She was ever aware of each movement he made, the finger trailing her cheek, the gentle tilt of her chin that forced her to meet his eyes. She didn't see rejection in those eyes, no, she would almost say she saw determination in those blue eyes of his.

His words lit butterflies in her heart and she found herself nodding as he leaned down for a kiss. Malou's whole life she had been warned about this. Warned against kisses and touches. But how could something that felt so right be so wrong? She wondered feeling the warm pressure of his lips.

She wasn't sure if she was doing it right, kissing him back, but after a moment she didn't care, she merely pressed herself closer and lost herself to the kiss.

When the kiss ended Malou was short of breathe, her chest taking shallow breathes against her corset, and yet all she could think about was Mr. Prewett, and that kiss, and how very happy she was. A soft smile lifted her lips as she looked up at him. Perhaps being selfish wasn't always a bad thing.