Gwen stared into his dark blue eyes, aware that they were alone in the clearing, as they had been in the piano room last night and every time he had kissed her. She instantly recalled how his lips had tasted, how his hands had felt under her dress, and how it had made her feel almost… almost liberated.
"Guinevere?" Alexander suddenly called.
Gwen nearly jumped out of her skin. "What?"
"Sit." He lay on his back. "Or you could lie down."
"Why should I? I don't think I should." She was flushed, her breathing uneven and her heart refusing to cease its errant beating. She felt as one who had been caught committing a horrible crime. What had she been thinking?
"Would you rather stay on your feet?" Hands behind his head, he gave her a quizzical look. "What are you thinking?"
"Nothing!" She answered almost immediately and somehow she felt he was aware. "Nothing." She reiterated.
