Adaline Bowman

"Then I would very much like to keep kissing you, Adaline. And anything else that might come out of that, until you tell me to stop." Krem smiled as he spoke, his nose brushing up alongside Adaline's, and his lips brushing against hers. The hand he had on her knee started to move again, slow, stroking up and down her thigh over the skirt of her dress. Everything was a slow caution for a moment, waiting for her permission.