[ There was more than just the innocence of a kiss for her to consider; there was also the truth that he was the only hope left of continuing the line, of ensuring there would be descendants of House Stark. To say that she was held in the grip of her nerves would not be a lie, but somehow his touch both soothed and excited her all in the same instant.
She had never kissed a man - though Petyr had tried to steal kisses, when they were young. But this was different, the firm press of a mouth against her own, and she swayed in against him, kissing him back with a soft sound. ]
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She had never kissed a man - though Petyr had tried to steal kisses, when they were young. But this was different, the firm press of a mouth against her own, and she swayed in against him, kissing him back with a soft sound. ]