He was adorable, fidgeting and gawking like he was. Mae rested her head on his shoulder, still tracing his body. His breaths were uneven, and he squirmed under her softest touches. Was this really what she wanted? She turned the question over in her head, considering it for a long while. What had brought this on, anyway? How long had they been traveling together? Was she sure she wanted him? After so short a time? But that was it, wasn't it? She'd spent so long on her own, so long looking for someone to respect her, someone like Lochan. "I've never wanted anyone more," she replied, her voice level, her gaze now trained on him. In the next moment she was on top of him again, pressing her lips into his.
A million thoughts filled her mind, outnumbered only by the millions of voices. She was conflicted; she wanted him yes, but this was wrong. Mae had no business sleeping with a man she'd only just met, but it was more than that. Lochan wasn't like the other men; she didn't want to sleep with him. Rather, she wanted to make love to him, to make the most of this soft bed and this perfect night, and she was sure of that.
But he still seemed so reluctant. She watched his wandering eyes, his nervous demeanor, and she inched off him again. Was she being too forward? Her hair fell back over her face when she moved off of him again. He was hard to read, or she was reading him too hard. Either way, Mae couldn't make a move. "Are you sure?" she asked quietly, almost childishly. "Are you sure you want someone like..." She turned away then, suddenly reminded of her scar, of her magic, of everything that made her a freak. "Someone like me," she finished sadly, then realized she was a fool to push him this far. "We... we don't have to," she murmured. "I'm sorry, I just..." With all her rushing thoughts, she couldn't even finish her sentence.
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