Of course, I imagined that Arvel would come up with one of his physical tricks. Every time we met, we seemed to end up kissing. I knew that, at some point, he would get close and do something; I just didn't know it would be so soon. I was so determined to convince him to reject me that I didn't notice the time.
“If you don't like that, Anna. Then I'll reject you,” he had said. His kiss was gentle; his touch was too. It wasn't an invitation for s*x; it was a show of affection. He just wanted kisses, and I just wanted everything to be easy. “Be honest, Anna,” he said after the first touch. “What's stopping you?” he asked again. Did I have an answer to that?
I approached Arvel on the sofa, leaving my armchair completely to one side. I lingered while I felt his hair, the nape of his neck. Li
