The only sound in the room was an occasional sob as Gina let her tears flow freely. Finally the sobs stilled and the tears ceased. Peter reached in his pocket for a handkerchief and dabbed at her brimming violet eyes. "We're not going to cry anymore over the past, Gina," he said softly. "From now on we'll direct all our energy toward making a bright and happy future." The corners of her mouth twitched in the beginnings of a smile and he bent his head and kissed her gently. Her hands stroked the back of his neck and he shivered and deepened the kiss, parting her lips and caressing them with his tongue. All of Gina's resistance had dissolved with her tears and she savored the taste and the feel and the scent of him. He licked the moisture from her cheeks and brushed her closed eyelids with his lips as his hand cupped her breast through the silky material of her blouse. He tipped his head back and smiled at her. "You never used to wear a bra." She smiled back.
