"I don't mind returning it." Raina informed as she thought about the book that had taken up post on her bedside table. "I actually looked online and had another one of his collections sent to me." Curiosity took over her like a cat and she had to ask, "What do you mean you couldn't trust yourself around me? What would you have done?"
His slight mix up of the words had her chuckling but not as though she were making fun of him. "Smashed is drunk, sweet heart. You needn't say them both." She whispered, finding herself leaning in towards him. The fingertips that had trailed his jaw turned acutely so she could touch the pad of her thumb against his bottom lip, almost to just test the softness of them. As excited as she found this, she was also recognizing that he wasn't acting as he had the night they met. Then, he wouldn't have caught himself in these moments. At least that's how she had viewed him. Part of her wanted more, while another part told her this wasn't how Desmond would normally conduct himself. She found the war between her thoughts and the rest of her body a bit distracting.
He leaned in and her breath caught in her throat. She looked away from his eyes so she could stare then at his lips. Her toes curled as she thought of leaning in and kissing him. Of course she wouldn't make him bed. It was hardly lady like, in her mind. "Perhaps you did catch me in the middle of a fantasy. You put your hands around my body and held me close to yours." Taking a breath, she exhaled slowly, "You laid me on the grass and let your mouth.." She was only slightly embarrassed when she whispered the next part, "consume me." Perhaps consume wasn't the right word to say. "I've dreamed of you kissing me, everywhere." It was honest and that's all she knew how to be around him.