His hands were far from idle. One traced the delicate curve of her shoulder blade, while the other found the slit of her dress...
Aira felt it. She knew what was coming, having been through it before, yet she was still tense, still afraid.
She held herself still until the moment drew near, then, in a moment of hesitation, she reached out and gripped the man's wrist tightly.
He looked up, his voice slightly breathless, "What's wrong?"
Aira's heart was pounding, "I... I'm scared."
He asked again, "Why didn't you say you were scared back then?"
The question made Aira's cheeks flush a deep red.
Thinking back to the first time, she had been quite daring, but some things still left her inexperienced, a little afraid of the unknown.
Aira replied, "I had been drinking that day."
Benjamin
