Not once did my heart rate relax, did my body forget about the situation that was going on around me, about everything that was transpiring between the two of us. I didn’t dare to allow my eyes to disconnect from him, fearful of what I would find myself looking at instead.
Even though his hands had returned to the straps of my nightgown, his eyes also remained glued to mind—I didn’t think that it was for the same reason, but I was thankful for it, nonetheless. I didn’t think that I would have it in me to sit through the silent torment of thinking that every second that he spent looking at me, was a second that he would spend comparing me to Cire.
I didn’t think that it was something that I would ever be able to ignore completely—simply thinking about it was already more than enough to
