Sensing that his horse was tired he
dismounted, and taking hold of the bridle, led it the rest of the way
on foot, displaying both a firm, sure tread, and surprising physical
stamina. Of his virility, had she known the word, there could be no
question.
When they reached the hut, the sky seemed to hover in a peaceful and
many-hued twilight. Everything around them was hushed and still, with
no light showing from within. Stephen reached up to help her dismount,
and as her feet lightly touched ground, took her in his arms.
Her eyes looked up at him searchingly, his face so close to hers. Then
he was kissing her, and before she could turn away she felt his right
hand glide across her ribs.
She tried to pull away, but he only brought her body more firmly
against his. And she felt a part of herself yield as they kissed
again, her lips parting expectantly. Once more she felt the hand
kneading toward her breast.
But as it touched, and she felt the growing insistence of his
movements she came back to herself, and with a shock realized what she
was doing, and with whom.
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