He stepped near to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder and softly placed his lips to my temple. It was the sweetest gesture, not a trace of playfulness or desire was involved. I felt like I was his to hold, his to kiss, his to comfort and support. It’s a heady experience when a man like Rene harnesses all that charisma and care, and chooses me as the sole recipient. I’m still floating around the shop—from a simple French greeting and a kiss to my temple.
