No need to think for this: it's "Burden of conscience" by Raconteur, an all around favourite of mine(I cried all my tears for it, by the way)!
Just few moments...
Ok,I'm here:
Their lips met in a kiss that held none of the passion
which had devoured them earlier, but that was sweet and
tender, sealing a mutual forgiveness. The hand resting on
his chest trailed up, whispered a feather-like path across
the skin of his neck, buried itself in his hair, and pulled
him closer.
And he knew. He knew that Lois wasn't lying, that the
electricity sparking between them as they kissed couldn't
be faked, that her response to his kiss was as real and
solid as his feelings for her.
When he broke off, breathless and light-headed from the
experience, his hand cupped her cheek, and his next words
were said with an intensity matching the sensations
triggered by their kiss.
"Love me, Lois."
The end
Simona
