He hesitated and looked at her, as though afraid she'd suddenly turn ephemeral and vanish. For a long few moments Mal said nothing, then he cleared the rough spot in his throat and muttered gruffly, "Ain't one of your high class callers, 'Nara."
Helplessly melting as I stand next to the sun and as she burned me, I am screaming out for more. Drink every drop of liquid heat that I've become, pop me open spit me out onto the floor.
Then his hand slid down, and he tugged on the ribbon holding her kimono closed, aching to reveal her. The hand on his cheek seemed to almost burn him, making his breath come in a hot, ragged gasp.