Because the moment Prue's lips parted beneath his, the moment her fingers curled into the front of his shirt and pulled rather than pushing, the comfort became something else entirely. Something that had been building since the first time they had met, even if he hated to admit it.

He should stop. He was too old for her.

But he didn't stop.

Prue made a soft sound against his mouth, halfway between a sob and something hungrier, and it undid something inside him that he knew had been coming ...