Ah, that reason. Put that way, what she suggested made perfect sense. Or am I letting… my other head do the thinking? I want my woman—of course I do—and she's offering herself to me. Do I fight to be noble or do I go along with her request? He wasn't sure what the correct course of action would be, so he remained still, holding Lydia's hand on his knee, and listened.
She bit her lip and he could see the color rising in her cheeks, as well as the unusual shininess of her dark brown eyes. She's crying over me and I'm alive and well. He lifted her hand and kissed her fingertips. The sunlight shining through the window cast rays of gold across her, turning her into a curvy, dark-haired angel.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She nodded. “I've been thinking about this for a while, but our conversat
