Anne recoiled like she met with a horror she'd never thought possible, and Trenton was compelled after her. Leaning to catch her shoulder against with the stringent slip of his hand, trying to eradicate whatever it was that had startled her.
There were fingers against her mouth, and Trenton's hand tugged them away with a suddenness. A refusal to believe she was going to ruin this.
"Anne." The name was a murmur, compelling her cooperation, when he kissed her again.