Where'd She Get The Lotion?

He leaned into her hand. Such soft hands for a hard-working girl. Her words brought such a wave of emotion that he took her head into his hands and kissed her once, roughly, and then soft little kisses, brushing his lips over hers. "I don't deserve you, love," he whispered against her mouth. "I trust you beyond what my life is capable of." He ran his fingers through her hair, undoing the knots a horse ride and laying in the grass had put there. He pulled her onto his lap so she didn't have to crouch there and he realized he'd just kissed her in front of the kitchen staff who were very busy all of a sudden. He buried his face into her shoulder, his face hot. "It's the middle of summer, flower, what would you want to drink hot chocolate for."