His hands stilled on my navel. He watched me through tired eyes that carried so much passion.
"Until you go, I will make you my lover."
"But you will be hurt." And you will marry someone else, I thought, biting my lip to keep the words from escaping.
"You are doing that again." He frowned, his hands moving to my face to smooth the lines on my forehead. "There. Now, quit looking sad."
His strong hands kneaded my legs and my thighs, avoiding the part I wanted him to touch most. He massaged me until my body felt lighter with every passing moment.
When he finally set the oil container down and covered me with a sheet, my voice shook. "Harry, do you think this is a good idea?"
He sat next to me on the bed, taking my hand and pressing it to his cheek. I caught the flush on his face, the tired but passionate eyes, and the dark circles around them. I felt his hands tremble.
"Why don't we experience this moment and cherish it until you are gone?"
"Har…"
