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My
blood
was
racing
,
and
I
wished
I
could
slow
it
,
sensing
that
this
must
make
everything
so
much
more
difficult
-
the
thudding
of
my
pulse
in
my
veins
.
Surely
he
could
hear
it
.
"
The
blush
on
your
cheeks
is
lovely
,
"
he
murmured
.
He
gently
freed
his
other
hand
.
My
hands
fell
limply
into
my
lap
.
Softly
he
brushed
my
cheek
,
then
held
my
face
between
his
marble
hands
.
"
Be
very
still
,
"
he
whispered
,
as
if
I
wasn
’
t
already
frozen
.
Slowly
,
never
moving
his
eyes
from
mine
,
he
leaned
toward
me
.
Then
abruptly
,
but
very
gently
,
he
rested
his
cold
cheek
against
the
hollow
at
the
base
of
my
throat
.
I
was
quite
unable
to
move
,
even
if
I
’
d
wanted
to
.
I
listened
to
the
sound
of
his
even
breathing
,
watching
the
sun
and
wind
play
in
his
bronze
hair
,
more
human
than
any
other
part
of
him
.
With
deliberate
slowness
,
his
hands
slid
down
the
sides
of
my
neck
.
I
shivered
,
and
I
heard
him
catch
his
breath
.
But
his
hands
didn
’
t
pause
as
they
softly
moved
to
my
shoulders
,
and
then
stopped
.
His
face
drifted
to
the
side
,
his
nose
skimming
across
my
collarbone
.
He
came
to
rest
with
the
side
of
his
face
pressed
tenderly
against
my
chest
.
Listening
to
my
heart
.
"
Ah
,
"
he
sighed
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
long
we
sat
without
moving
.
It
could
have
been
hours
.
Eventually
the
throb
of
my
pulse
quieted
,
but
he
didn
’
t
move
or
speak
again
as
he
held
me
.
I
knew
at
any
moment
it
could
be
too
much
,
and
my
life
could
end
-
so
quickly
that
I
might
not
even
notice
.
And
I
couldn
’
t
make
myself
be
afraid
.
I
couldn
’
t
think
of
anything
,
except
that
he
was
touching
me
.
