She wasn't certain how her words would be received. She wasn't certain if she had made her intentions clear, or if she had gotten her feelings across correctly. When he speaks, agreeing that he needed to find a Drykas woman, she closes her eyes against the wave of hurt that was totally unexpected and threatened to steal her breath. She had suggested it, and range of hurt though was as surprising as the light pang she had felt when she suggested it.
But then his arms were curving around her, and her body was pressing against his, and he was speaking once more. His words were so similar that at first she thought that he was simply repeating it, but the difference finally registers in her mind, and her lips part to respond to the surprising announcement. But before any noise could be uttered, his lips were on hers, his arms tight, and her body quivered.
She didn't even have the thought to argue that she was not Drykas. Instead she melted into his kiss, returning it, meeting his urgency and pouring her own fears, wonders, and surprise into the kiss. When he pulled away to speak again, she did not even stop to think. Her hand raises, stroking over his chin, curving along his jaw, her fingers finally tangling in his dark damp hair. Smiling, she tightens her fingers and pulls herself closer once more, pressing her lips against his without the hesitancy of a conflicted woman.
Tay said yes.
But then his arms were curving around her, and her body was pressing against his, and he was speaking once more. His words were so similar that at first she thought that he was simply repeating it, but the difference finally registers in her mind, and her lips part to respond to the surprising announcement. But before any noise could be uttered, his lips were on hers, his arms tight, and her body quivered.
She didn't even have the thought to argue that she was not Drykas. Instead she melted into his kiss, returning it, meeting his urgency and pouring her own fears, wonders, and surprise into the kiss. When he pulled away to speak again, she did not even stop to think. Her hand raises, stroking over his chin, curving along his jaw, her fingers finally tangling in his dark damp hair. Smiling, she tightens her fingers and pulls herself closer once more, pressing her lips against his without the hesitancy of a conflicted woman.
Tay said yes.
