The loveliest feeling was washing over her; warmth, connection, and a tingling, giddy infatuation. This was reckless. The Sorceress was usually so careful with her affections, with who she chose to be seen with, who she allowed herself to date.

She wasn't the Sorceress here. Rinoa could do whatever she wanted. Rinoa -- could kiss his thumb, softly, and then draw it into her mouth so that she could tease it with her tongue.

So what if it was shameless? He wouldn't judge her. He ... understood.