[Cornelia and Oliver -- Beach]
[The blush on her skin and her biting down on her lips make her look irresistible and Oliver barely catches himself in time before he does something stupid. Like leaning down and freeing that caught lip with a kiss.
Reluctantly, he sits back on his heels, freeing her upper body. It costs him to move away from her, but he can see in the way she avoids looking at him that she's not comfortable. And so while some would have taken advantage of this position (and probably him too, would have it been any other woman than Cornelia), he moves to sit down by the princess. It's not the desire to kiss Cornelia that's lacking, but simply the will to destroy what small trust she has in him for it.
However, he doesn't apologize for what has just happened. Because he's not sorry about it. And so he smiles, waiting for her to speak, as he reaches for his wet shirt and twists the remaining water out of it. Maybe he should consider starting up a fire before they both catch a cold.]