It was a moment - a long, passion-filled moment, where she felt alive for the first time in months, in years - before her brain caught up with the fact that he was saying her name and she hadn't told it to him.
She pulled away sharply with a little gasp, scrabbling backwards onto the deck and bringing her knees up (held closely together because it wasn't a long or full skirt that she was wearing) as if to shield her from him. She stared at him in fright, heart hammering in her breast, and said sharply, "How do you know my name?"