“But,” I said. I couldn’t think of anything to say and so I leaned over and kissed her. Melanie fell into my arms. It felt so familiar, the taste of her breath, the press of her lips, the feel of her there, held against me. Passion for this fond memory come alive suddenly enflamed me and I willingly surrendered to all my desires. My hands caressed her back as we kissed, pushing the cloth out of the way to feel the warmth of her soft flesh.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov