39. This Thing Called Love

Since the moment the car had been parked and they were on their way to the porch, both William and Kate could not keep their hands to each other. Kisses were shared, some were even French. William was fumbling with the keys, trying to insert the key into the keyhole. “One second, Love,” he pulled away from her, although not far enough considering she had her arms around his neck. “I want you as much as you want me but we will not be able to take it to the next level unless we get inside quickly unless we want to have trouble with the authorities.”

“Fine then,” answered Kate, grinning. She dropped her hands and let him unlock the front door.

He unlocked the door quickly and ushered her in before locking the door again behind them. Once they were inside, she had no time to see around because as soon as she heard the lock click, he closed the gap and was kissing her fiercely, deeply, and so very intimately that she was utterly shattered by how beautiful it was.

She had missed him ter