Maya's eyes drop to her hand, but she doesn't pull away, and her lips quirk into a smile, if a bitter one. "Satisfy you? I rejected your first advance, if you remember."
"And it was most wise of you. Back then, I was overwhelmed by my changes, and couldn't understand how inappropriate the time and the place were for such activities. But now?.. The time and place are different, but my desires are the same." I bring my face close to hers, so close that I can feel her quickened breath on my skin, and pause.
She doesn't move away, and I accept this minuscule sign of surrender with glee. My lips touch hers—carefully at first, then, when she responds, I become braver.
Under the heat of her touch, my restraint melts like butter. The touch of lips isn't enough. I want to feel her body with mine, to have as much skin touching her as humanly possible. I crush her against me, and my fingers slide under the hem of her shirt.
