Tewkesbury held your hips, his head on your shoulder as he exhaled shakily, his lips pressed firmly to your dress top.

Sometimes being the peace keeper is stressful… He whispered, hugging your waist and kissing your cheek slowly. …. I don’t suppose you could help me de-stress? He looked at you hopefully, then hugged your hips, leaning into you.

He exhaled onto your forehead, then gave your temple a kiss. Please… He whispered. I…. Need it…. He kissed your chin. You’re the only one….