Tessa allows herself to be drawn into the kiss, confused and yet not unwilling - while it feels different from the kiss she shared with Will, less desperate and intense, she likes the way Tim kisses her, the way he makes her feel.

It is certainly not proper, but Tessa finds that she does not mind. Thoughts of propriety hardly seem to matter here, particularly not when he is kissing her like that. With a soft sigh against his lips, she lifts her arms, putting her hands on his shoulders.