He wanted to hold her, protect her and even more than that he had a deep desire to make love to her. He needed her. He knew his charms would draw her ...n. Could he do it? He thought of his wife, so strong, independent. They'd been out of love for years. As he headed back with Tara's tea in hand, he decided what he would do. Tara was much more composed when he returned. The pain was now a dull ache. The tea was delicious; it warmed her and left a calm she hadn't felt until now. He sat across from. He looked for more to push, more to compartmentalize – but there was nothing else. And yet, there was still something wrong. Something – something was very, very wrong.“Lights.” His voice was a croak, barely audible. The lights, though, came on. In irony, he closed his eyes. It was enough to know the light would come on. He hadn’t been certain they would.It took minutes to regain his breath. It took all the concentration he had to stand. The room wasn’t spinning – but only because his force of. I used the tip of the blade to systematically remove individual leaves from various plants. Each leaf was cut in half on the way to the ground. By focusing on my swordwork, I would be able to release some of my anger. After a while it even started working, well, after four or five hours of meticulous concentration.Chandra knew better than to interrupt me when I was like this, so I missed dinner. Again. Hopefully they would save me something besides travel rations.When my anger finally. "Angie, Angie. Thank you but please. You don't need to do that." It is hard to explain it . .. I wanted her so badly, but I didn't want to be cheesy has a fling with the receptionist guy. And actually feeling a body in heat for me that wasn't my wife's, it just felt . . . jarring in some way. I pushed her away legitimately. The pleasure of the kiss didn't outpace the sickly feelings of being that guy.She pushed up against me again this time I stepped back from her into her trap and fell into.