Don’t Don’t you dare stop looking at me, she said. As he moved forward, their senses roused, their breaths took up each other’s air. They could almost feel each other now. His warmth was all she wanted, held secure in her arms, a selfish hankering she dared not reveal just yet. But as he held up his hand to touch her lips, she trembled at his touch. He could feel it, his heart melting at the sight of her, her contented face in the palm of his hands. He caressed her cheek, as soft as the silk that makes the Moon.
I won’t, he whispered.
And He did.
