heathen’s kiss

As bold as she had been not moments before, his sudden roundabout admission without so much as a hesitation makes her face alight in a bright red blush, eyes widening to their fullest extent. She went stock still, mug of tea still held to her chest. Was…was he serious? ”Really?” she blurted, a little dumbly. Clearly she had not expected him to either be so honest or…for her to actually be said girl. She anticipated disappointment. And this was…Well. She didn’t know what to do honestly. Then he got closer, and only her shock kept her where she was, feeling as though her heart might beat out of her chest. Briefly she panicked. Sunjata clearly had much more experience than her. As much as she craved the physical affection, as much as she wished to simply jump right into the deep end with her other emotional messes unfixed, she worried that if she did he would be…disappointed. She knew she wasn’t at his level. She knew she probably could keep up or even meet whatever impossibly high expectations she was making up he had. But…was there anything she could do about it? The near rasp of his voice sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. Her fire could not compete with his and in response she reverted to her basic instinct, which was to become putty in his hands. ”Haven’t I already?” she asked quietly. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself