At first Katherine remained unmoving, she literally could not move. What was she even supposed to do? How was she supposed to react? After twenty years... she had watched him, learned the way he sighed a little before each smile. She'd seen him cry, laugh, be sad, be happy, she knew his anger and his mirth. She knew his weaknesses and strengths, and she fell in love with both. She had dreamed of this for twenty years, his lips on hers. His hands on her body, the way she'd watch him shatter her heart and kiss countless women. Even though it should have been beneath her, she should deserve better she didn't. She just wanted him to look at her the way he looked at all the women he seduced and wooed. To have eyes for only her even if it would have lasted a moment. To worship and desire her, to make her heady with wanting for him.