[She can't help it. The low rumble of his voice in her ear stirs those feelings that had been laying dormant and sleeping inside her all these weeks since the masquerade, and her hand moves to his hair as his tongue roves over the sensitive flesh of her ear. She wants more, and even more than that, she wants him to remember who he had really sought out that night...
And now.]
If I said I was...?
[What would he do?
What would he do if he knew the thoughts that are running through her head? The thoughts of some faceless woman being the one whose ears he kisses and touches and savours the way he is doing with hers now?]
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And now.]
If I said I was...?
[What would he do?
What would he do if he knew the thoughts that are running through her head? The thoughts of some faceless woman being the one whose ears he kisses and touches and savours the way he is doing with hers now?]