heathen’s kiss

Her face was certainly in a perpetual state of crimson blush, staring at him wide eyed, lips parted slightly with shock. Before he had admitted it in a round about way, but now he confirmed it openly. He was interested in her? Plain old common born her?? Her lips press together briefly as she swallowed a lump in her throat, unsure what to say. But then he pulled back, and she blinked. Another short wave of panic washed over her. She messed up clearly. Stupid Phoebe. Her gaze drops finally, long lashes hiding her gaze as she peers at her cup with embarrassment. Sunjata though was full of surprises it seemed, because his words did not match what she imagined he would say. Phoebe dared glance up at him through those long lashes, surprised to see the concern in his gaze to match his tone and words. It was a small thing really, almost forgettable, the small pause to ensure she was comfortable and the offer to stop, followed by his physical retreat, his actions and words aligning all at once. But in that moment Sunjata solidified her trust in him. He was handsome and confident and mysterious, and apparently he had even been a god once upon a time, but his show of respect for her feelings spoke volumes to her perception of his character. He made her feel safe, which was a surprisingly underrated aspect of attraction. "I-I'm sorry, no you didn't make me feel uncomfortable." she assured with a sweet smile up at him. "I uhm...I am just not...confident in myself. I hope you're not disappointed with my experience...or inexperience." she said with a little smile, cheeks reddening again. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself