Ἕκτωρ ♚ Vincent King (armystrong) wrote in forgotten_gods, |
Remarkably, Hector kept his eyes on her lovely face rather than the rest of her body, knowing that if he dared glance south, there'd be no turning back. This had happened before. And that time, he hadn't said no until it was too late, and the damage was already done. Faithfulness was extremely difficult when Andromache hadn't made herself known, but still he kept a silent vow that this time would be different.
Temptation, and to some degree, loneliness, would not control him again.
"Washroom is down the hall, first door on the right. You can have the brown towel, and use whatever else you need in there." He stepped in that direction, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Helen was listening. "I'm afraid I don't have any clothes to give you but my own. Is that alright with you?"