She remembered Phillip's hand on her breasts; the way she'd offered no resistance as he unfastened her bra, thinking that nothing would be wrong with ...t, the tender tingle of his fingers on her young nipples, the way he made her gasp for breath and squeal as he played with her breasts there on the grassy hillside beneath a sheltering elm tree. And she recalled also how she'd been so dreamily unconcerned with the reality of it all, blinded by the rapturous music of romance, that she hadn't. In an instant I'm back in my parents garden, the scent of roses my mother held for me to sniff, their soft, velvety petals brushing my nose and cheek transporting me there in a flash; and I know she is behind me, her perfume so sweet and heady it almost masks her natural musky odour, almost but not quite, the two combining in a wonderful way that robs me of my ability to concentrate.I read and re-read the same line over and over but the words don't form a coherent whole in my mind, each one an. ”“I want this baby very much. I didn’t mean the things I said.”“You were scared, I know.”“You have to believe me. I was scared. I didn’t want it changing our lives.That’s what children do, and yes, I got scared, but I want this baby, and I want you as its mother and you as my wife. Nothing else matters but that. I’m finally seeing things for the first time.”“I don’t know whether to believe you,” she said.She had never been this difficult before, and he wanted things to return to normal, but. Caroline helped herself to a glass and stood in front of the window, staring out at the night. Washington Park loomed in the darkness below her. Sparkling lights framed it on all sides. Somewhere in the darkness was the tunnel where she had been eaten to full ecstasy. She sipped champagne and unbuttoned her coat. It fell open, exposing her breasts and the rest of her body to the darkness outside. After her second glass, she wondered when he would arrive. She walked into the bedroom, keeping it.