The kiss startled her but rather than pulling back, Nina pushed to meet him. She opened to him, because she really had worried, and she felt silly for feeling his absence as much as she had.

She turned toward him more, held his shoulder tightly.

While Geralt's mouth was more gentle, Nina bit his bottom lip before he pulled away. Heat rushed into her cheeks as his mouth teased down her arm, from elbow to wrist.

"Saints, Geralt," she whispered, a bit breathless.