Perhaps it was foolish of her, but Valencia found herself also swallowing down a small kernel of disappointment in his reactions. The few stolen moments they'd managed were passion driven, warm and intimate. That he hadn't crossed the room already to kiss her wasn't lost upon her.
But, maybe the act of consummation was as serious as her mother had made it out to be. Maybe the passion he'd fueled into his kiss wasn't to be matched with what happened beneath the sheets. Her giggles died out completely then.
Neither option for her to sit was entirely appealing. The stool felt too rigid, too proper, too far from him. And the bed ... the bed was far too close. The bed would ultimately lead to other things, things she didn't know she could get through whilst maintaining that proper demeanor she was apparently meant to have.
"Would it be okay if I changed first?" She asked, not because of any rising desire but because it was an excuse to delay sitting. "My dress ... it's uncomfortable to sit."
But, maybe the act of consummation was as serious as her mother had made it out to be. Maybe the passion he'd fueled into his kiss wasn't to be matched with what happened beneath the sheets. Her giggles died out completely then.
Neither option for her to sit was entirely appealing. The stool felt too rigid, too proper, too far from him. And the bed ... the bed was far too close. The bed would ultimately lead to other things, things she didn't know she could get through whilst maintaining that proper demeanor she was apparently meant to have.
"Would it be okay if I changed first?" She asked, not because of any rising desire but because it was an excuse to delay sitting. "My dress ... it's uncomfortable to sit."