And That's How It Began, by Jo Oldani-Osborne

To Sandra, Bill was always that elusive possibility. Now, he was standing close. The reception was just at that right tempo of wine, rocking band and bare feet. 
“So did the groom really forcibly French kiss you at the office party last December?” 
“Yeah. Why would I make that up?” 
Bill stepped closer. “I just didn’t think it was possible to force that.” 
Sandra was enticing with the flush of the wine and her upturned lips. Bill’s voice got deeper. 
“Show me,” even closer now. 
She reached up and took his face in her hands. His soft lips parted willingly.