It didn't matter what he had said before. This couldn't be deception. Anne was happy in her conviction that no one could lie with their body, not like this, not with no space between. The vibration of her heartbeat at his chest fluttered, beats skipping, and even as she tilted her chin in a wordless surrender, she pulled away with a gasp for air. The attempt to marshall her scattered thoughts entirely failed. Her body against his was no longer taking direction from her anymore. These kisses were different, she realized, because they weren't just kisses. They were a prelude.
The knowledge came to her all at once, and while it thrilled her it also frightened her.