[He can taste, faintly, the hot sauce on her lips. It's...her. It's not his wife, it's nothing at all like Maria, and that makes it different.
He leans closer, pushing a bit more into the kiss, taking one of her hands and pressing it against his throat, where she can probably hear his pulse hammering in his chest. Convinced?]
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He leans closer, pushing a bit more into the kiss, taking one of her hands and pressing it against his throat, where she can probably hear his pulse hammering in his chest. Convinced?]