I settled my thoughts and realized I was no longer fighting myself. I was ready.
I was certain she could feel my arousal resting lightly against the small of her back, yet neither of us acknowledged it. A powerful urge rose within me to pull her closer, but I resisted. Though my mind had grown calm, every one of my senses remained acutely alert, tuned to the slightest movement and the quiet rhythm of her breathing. Her delicate fragrance surrounded me, imprinting itself upon my memory in a way I knew I would never forget.
We lay together in silence for a while.
Gradually, I began to accept that perhaps this quiet closeness was all the night would offer. Then Heaven reached for my hand. Gently, she lifted it from her stomach and placed it higher against her body.
