Guy followed Marian as she began to walk, trying his best not to stare at her bottom. He failed. That skirt, those shoes, the way they made her hips swing ... He licked his lips, taking a deep breath. He couldn't forget what she had said to him in the cellar. She would have married him, and willingly, if only he had done as she'd asked. He wished he could kick himself.
At the doors, Guy stopped, peering nervously out into the road. Inside the library, he'd felt quite safe. It was warm and quiet and no one had bothered him. Out there was dangerous. Still Marian gave him a smile so he followed her, taking a deep breath.
Outside was as imposing as it had been earlier. He hurried slightly so he was close beside her. She seemed so sure of herself. He didn't want to be left on his own out here. "What sort of things?" he asked wearily. "Can I still wear my leathers?" He glanced sidewards at her as he walked, making sure she was close.