"A girlfriend? Don't tell me - you're into relationships too, hm?" Minerva was rather tired of that word and yet it seemed to crop up at every turn.
She smiled, feeling his finger on her lip. Slower? Could she even do that?
It was on the tip of her tongue that he should be afraid of her. That she could really hurt him - even kill him, and even accidentally.
Minerva searched his eyes, seeing nothing but honesty there. "Maybe you should listen to your sister more," she whispered.
She held back when he kissed her again, because if he wasn't afraid Minerva certainly was. What if she couldn't ever control herself and sex would be too intense - too dangerous for her to do.