A Fleeting Kiss

Vance paused, one hand braced against the car door frame as he leaned in to work on the stuck seatbelt buckle.

Celine didn't dare move. As he bent down, the unique, clean scent of him enveloped her completely with his proximity.

Kiss him? The thought sprang, unbidden, into her mind. Oh, this is bad...

The sound of the buckle releasing.

"All set..." Vance started to straighten up, but found his arm