From my historical western WIP, Nobody's Bride. I'll leave you to figure out what the H/h are doing:
He gripped her hand and wouldn’t let her pull away.
“No!” she said in a panic. “It’s a sin!”
“I hate to tell you, honey, but everything we’ve done tonight is a sin. What’s one more?”
“But that’s an especially bad one.”
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