A quiet voice in Parvati's head wistfully wished he might really mean that while a louder voice said he couldn't possibly overlook the things she had done, or not done, should he find out. But Parvati ignored both voices, clinging to George like he was a lifeline.
Then he moved down her body, and the voices were stilled, silenced by the storm of arousal that rushed through her body. Her back arched as she gasped, pushing her legs further apart as her hand moved down to wrap her fingers in George's hair.