Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
Everything about this was wrong. And yet nothing could have felt more right. Part of him had expected Soh to push him away, to be the person of reason here, but the way she surged into him had every good intention scattering. The best he could do was find enough distance to breathe in the scent of flowers across her skin, echoing their shared thoughts, "This is a bad idea." But the words were empty, a formality without any intentions of fulfilling the unspoken understanding that they shouldn't continue. He had every impulse to do the opposite, and the words were barely out of his mouth before he was kissing her again, discarding any misunderstanding that he wanted to stop.
To the contrary, his hands began to push at her shirt, fingers slipping beneath to find more skin and heat along her arching spine and ribcage. He propped his body on a single knee that dipped into the couch between her legs, giving leverage to pull her closer, doing what he could to eliminate the distance between them like it would crush whatever hesitations might linger, leaving nothing but the two of them and the taste of her on his lips.
To the contrary, his hands began to push at her shirt, fingers slipping beneath to find more skin and heat along her arching spine and ribcage. He propped his body on a single knee that dipped into the couch between her legs, giving leverage to pull her closer, doing what he could to eliminate the distance between them like it would crush whatever hesitations might linger, leaving nothing but the two of them and the taste of her on his lips.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
