Her lips on his mouth did not let him speak further. She was standing on the verge of something new. Her fears were stopping from her crossing the threshold but she was not the one to fear.
She would take a leap of faith holding her arms. He went stiff at once when she took the lead. But the touch of her soft skin, the warmth of her supple body and the tenderness of the way she touched him consumed him as soon as he started to react by instinct.
He had taken many women to his bed. How difficult could it be to take a harlot to his bed? He could not understand the stem of his nervousness. He had been there for hours staring at her door. One click and he would have been to her room. But he did not open the door. He kept staring at it.
The hollowness growing in her chest. But she opened it at once as if the distance meant nothing, the fear was nothing but the imagination of a child.
