Despite the impending doom of what was about to happen, Frankie's outfit aroused him from the moment he saw her. Their first time being intimate had awoken his libido, previously out of commission for years. Now he was a different man - his intensity and passion knew no bounds. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other. So when she responded enthusiastically to his kiss and said she was not hunry either, he pushed away good intentions for now. More kisses followed, along with his hands wandering up her legs. "I really like your dress," he murmured as he pulled away briefly for air. He wanted more than anything to follow through with their plan and take her then and there, but sharing a dark secret after sex seemed like a bad idea.
His body screamed in protest. In fact, this had to be one of the most difficult tests of self-discipline to happen to him recently. Lust won over as he lifted her onto his lap for more intense kissing. A hand ran through her hair as the other rested on her waist - he needed to stop. Damn it. He separated from her finally, though their mouths were only centimeters apart. "I have to tell you something," said Nathaniel before he planted light kisses on her lips. "I don't know if I can. I'm worried about how you'll take it." Worried was too weak a word because now his throat seemed swollen and it was difficult for him to swallow. He knew without a doubt that he did not want to lose her.