*knows how simple it would be to kiss you back (you are warm and you are beautiful and oh, how I love to kiss you), to say he'd go on pretending just so he could touch you a little more*
*finds himself thinking, crazily enough, of the simple question he wanted to ask when first he saw you in the corridor (Egalmoth and Duilien and I are going out for drinks later...do you want to come?)* *can't keep the flush from his cheeks, faced now with the foolish simplicity of his own fraud (which even he believed)*
*the words tripping, stumbling off his tongue onto yours in pained whispers* Please don't (apologize)...please don't (love me)...
*and he is pushing you away (because he cannot be your god)*