Texas Born
“Once in his room, he took her wet gloved hands in his, held them, and did not take his eyes off her. Then he leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose.
She felt her shoulders tightening and a prickling of chill fear, featherlike and ethereal, raced up and down her spine. Time seemed to slow, then crawl, then come to a stop altogether. It seemed to her that every tiny intake of breath, even the slightest movement, was magnified in sound and sight and meaning. Everything was at once dreamlike... and yet heightened in crystal-clear clarity. She knew instinctively that the mating dance had begun, and she was both grateful and relieved that it was not a frenzied, primitive celebration, but a slow and tender waltz, a graceful, gentle pattern to which she did not know the steps, but through which he was guiding her so carefully.
Their eyes were locked, two distinct shades of blue, one bright and one aquamarine, communicating without speaking. She stared at him, her irises flaring, her face taking on an anxious expression.MoreLess
She felt her shoulders tightening and a prickling of chill fear, featherlike and ethereal, raced up and down her spine. Time seemed to slow, then crawl, then come to a stop altogether. It seemed to her that every tiny intake of breath, even the slightest movement, was magnified in sound and sight and meaning. Everything was at once dreamlike... and yet heightened in crystal-clear clarity. She knew instinctively that the mating dance had begun, and she was both grateful and relieved that it was not a frenzied, primitive celebration, but a slow and tender waltz, a graceful, gentle pattern to which she did not know the steps, but through which he was guiding her so carefully.
Their eyes were locked, two distinct shades of blue, one bright and one aquamarine, communicating without speaking. She stared at him, her irises flaring, her face taking on an anxious expression.MoreLess
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