He couldn't place it but he felt stronger, more alive almost. It was as if her presence near him gave him strength. She noticed him up and smiled at h...m, he returned the smile. She spoke to him in her strange language. He guessed it was the language of the Gods, although she did not want him to bow to her, as she had demonstrated earlier."I don't know what to call you? Should I call you a great spirit or God?"He tilted his head looking at her, she responded in her own language, he didn't know. A soft white came over her skin… before she felt her lover laying kisses along her jaw line. His tiers moved down. Embracing just around her nipples. Growing close to the sensitive nubs then moving along down her body. Finally… Those teasing pair of flesh rubbed along her sex. His tongue dipping forth to taste his love. She gasped feeling the sensations flood through her. So gentle he was this night. So calm. Everything was just perfect in her eyes. The warm muscle pushed past her silken. She managed to mumble she was sorry for she had promised herself to be strong and now realising what she had messed up and seeing him again was just too much.She laid it on with a shovel; how she had been wrong to had walked away from their relationship but it was because she felt too young to commit to a steady commitment and marriage; she told him that she had deeply loved him and not wanted to lose him but had lied to him about not loving him because of fear to commit to him fully. She swore. She could smell the cookies baking in the kitchen. She considered launching into the second sonata, an allegro movement, but she saw lights approaching the house and knew her daughter was home. Kendall breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t late—scarcely after dark at their latitude—but knowing she was home safe was always a relief. It was probably enhanced by the fact she was at Green Hill most of the year and was only home for a month before she returned to the boarding school. It was easier.