' Again, though his own shape was lost against the back of the
enclosure, she felt the deep and sullen trepidation inside him. 'We
don't have to think about it now.'
'There is a real way? That you have seen?'
'Yes.'
After an interval of silence he moved away, as if to sleep. But soon
the great emptiness and restlessness came over him again. Hardly
knowing why, he moved closer and put his arm across her, feeling her
body against him. He lay still for a moment. His heart beat heavily,
and slowly his hand found its way to her breast.
Sylviana felt this, more aware perhaps than he, of the feelings that lay
behind it. She felt his gentle, yearning caress, closed her eyes
peacefully and yielded to it until she felt the hand stop, tremble
slightly, and he moved away again.
'No, Kalus. It's all right.'
Through the stir of her emotions a feeling of sudden, firm resolve came
over her. She stood up, reached down to her waist, and took off her
blouse. She unfastened, and slipped out of her faded jeans. She
removed her underclothes more slowly, her own heart beating heavily, and
lay down beside him. And shyly, and affectionately, and longingly drew
him close.
His heart thundering, he pulled away his own garments and surrendered to
the torrent inside him.
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