Professor Cal wove his hand around her, and pulled her back.
They were standing side to side, their faces close but facing opposite walls.
Even now, she felt the tremor running through his forearm that he had woven around her waist. The pressure of the tremor was strong, like water going through a garden hose.
The man inhaled, “You’re a lady.” He said gently.
“What?” Her eyes moved up to meet him now, and his eyes looked sad. “What do you mean?”
“I would not make love to you in a dingy hall because you are a lady.” His left hand moved up to gently caress her curls away from her face. “I did not mean to touch you here either.”
She tried to move away, but his arm tightened around her, pinning her to himself.
He brought his face close to her, and she could feel his breath just by her
