Darcy's heart was beating fast as she waited for the Phantom to continue. She was nervous about what he would say. Scared.
"I hope I didn't startle you, last night." He spoke.
She breathed, relaxing a little. "No."
"I hope you didn't mind either?"
He hoped?
"I didn't," she said feeling flustered.
She was suddenly shy, which was unlike her. Maybe wearing the dress she turned into a lady or maybe it was just him.
"I have wanted to kiss you," he confessed, his voice reaching her like a whisper of temptation. "For a long time."
Kiss?
She recalled his lips on her neck, the heat of it, and the way it made her feel. She had imagined many things about him, wondered about many things but she never thought of anything physical. Never in her imagination did she think a touch or a kiss would feel good. Not to her anyway. Until last night.
"Why didn't you?" She asked.
"I did not wish to scare you."
