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They didn't continue that night as Lucien suggested. He bidded her "good night" in a sweet way, kissing her cheek, and smiling sweetly, and Euphemia was left inside her room trying to make her mind fall asleep.
Tossing and turning on her bed, still feeling Lucien's carresses and kisses, she was filled with something she had never experienced before. It was like he had placed a fire inside her.
No.
Perhaps the fire was there all along but no one had ever tried to stir it awake. She didn't know she would ever long someone so much.
She wanted to hold him.
She wanted to be held by him.
Argh!
She got up. Still wearing her white nightgown, she went out of her room and stood in front of Lucien's room.
What if he's asleep already?
Maybe she should just go back.
