<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Hector Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The son of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/6bbbeb79-fa04-4652-b13f-3d557c14a060_zps5c5dbdf8.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Hector looked at her. She had not said that she didn't want to kiss, just that she couldn't because of her brother watching her all the time. And Abel was not with them now. Should he ask her? Or simply leave her no other way? Hector decided for the last and his arm sneaked around her back and he quickly swooped her up on his arms. She was pratically like a feather, at least if felt like that to Hector.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I would say, then it is time that you get kissed. A beautiful young lady like you should have tasted a kiss sometimes in her life."<br/></span><br/>He pulled her close and then his lips found hers tenderly, giving her a long, soft kiss, waiting for her to answer it somehow.</div>