And then there, in that instant, was their first real kiss. His lips touched to hers, slow- tentative, curious. And despite the maidens his uncle has hired to train him how to kiss- he couldn't help but feel inexperienced. Julia didn't kiss like someone who was paid to do it. She kissed like someone who genuinely wanted to be there, but just as slow, and tentative, and curious, and inexperienced as he was. It was maybe a few seconds before the first kiss faded, instead of pulling away, Liam tilted his head to the side and moved back in.
The second kiss faded a few seconds later, as did the third. By the fourth kiss, Liam realized he rather liked kissing Julia. Her soft lips had encaptured him- he could do this all day. But the turning of the heavy brass knob alerted him to the arrival of someone else- and while he didn't end the kiss any more quickly than he would have, he didn't chase it with another kiss.
"My apologies Master Sinclair, your Uncle bade me tell you both that the Lady Sinclair's father shall be departing soon, would you like accompany me to see him off, or shall I tell him that you are... otherwise occupied?"
Liam hadn't stepped away from his wife, hadn't unwrapped his arms from around her, so he turned his head to look her in the eye after being addressed by the butler, "What do you think, dear?"