Could she admit to him that she also felt the same way? Just like him, all she could think about was how much she craved his body against hers. All the while, she dreamed every night about his kisses that melted every reservation she had about men, specifically him.
Eventually, she stared into his captivating eyes, unable to look away, imagining the pros and cons of giving in to her desire. Still, fear was at the forefront of her mind. In addition, her doubts about her worthiness to even be with this man reminded her of who she was.
She was no one.
"You don't know what you are asking?" A part of her would like to abandon reason and then jump into the opportunity to be with a man like him. She believed many would agree that he was a great catch.
She knew hundreds or even thousands of women would take her place if they had the chance. Yet, here she was, still hesitating to take the risk. Why? Was she saving herself for a better man?
