Closing the door of her room behind her, Eames leaned her back against the door, unable to forget what had just happened.
Not only that...
Goren had kissed her.
And she had loved it.
But she had dared to kiss him with passion.
Eames couldn't believe her audacity.
Moreover...
She couldn't forget Goren's long, slender fingers running up her leg, dangerously close to her crotch.
At this memory, Eames was inflamed.
But she recovered herself.
She had to forget what had just happened.
But it was so hard...
So she brought her hands to her cheeks and slapped them, snapping out of her thoughts.
- Come on... I have to sleep... She moved away from the door, and went to the chair that was next to the bed, where her nightgown was deposited, and arrived at its height, took it in her hands. And above all... Forget what just happened.
But it was easier to say than to do.
For Eames could not forget that she had felt something strong.
And that for the first time in her life...
She would allow a boy...
Not just any boy...
Goren.
To have some privacy with her.
She took off her clothes, and put on her nightgown.
Dressed in her nightgown, Eames walked over to the bed, and when she reached it, lifted the sheet and the comforter at the same time.
But to her surprise, the bed was not empty.
There was a little intruder with long ebony curls, asleep in a ball.
Molly...
But what was Molly doing in her bed.
Why wasn't she sleeping in her room.
But seeing the little girl in her bed, who looked so fragile, moved Eames.
Eames didn't feel brave enough to wake up the little girl.
So maybe...
Eames heard the door to her room open, and large footsteps were coming towards her.
Oh sound of his steps, Eames felt her heart racing.
She recognized them between thousand.
It couldn't be possible...
Goren would not dare to enter her room in the night without being invited.

The footsteps stopped right behind her, Eames felt Goren's powerful torso brush against her back.
But he had dared...
- Molly was there.
At Goren's whisper, his lips brushing against her ear, Eames felt her heart beat faster.
Didn't Goren see...
Didn't he understand...
That he was too close to her.
To his surprise, he moved away from her, towards Molly.
Would she be mistaken in Goren's intentions...
At the sight of Goren bending down to gently take Molly's body and lift her in his arms without waking her up, she understood that she had misinterpreted things.
Goren had come to her room because he thought he would find Molly there.
And he had deduced it very well.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry...
What was Goren apologizing for.
Molly had done nothing wrong.
But strangely enough, Eames was attracted to something on the bed.
A small mark about four inches long, and yellow.
Name of God...
Molly had peed in his bed.
Thanks for the gift.
How was she going to sleep now.
- I'll be right back.
Pardon.
Goren was planning to come back.
And for what reason.
It was out of the question that he would try anything.
She had made it clear that between the two of them it was simply impossible.
So he had no interest...
- Follow me...
At the words, and the long, slender fingers that rested on her wrist, Eames snapped out of her thoughts, to see a Goren gently pulling her along, forcing her to follow him.
- You have no idea...
Not listening to Eames' recriminations, Goren continued on his way, keeping

Eames' wrist in his hand.
Name of God…

But what did he think...
Just because she had given in to her impulses once...
Didn't mean she would do it again.
- I forbid you to...
Eames couldn't finish her sentence, already Goren was opening a door, and putting his hands on her back, pushing her inside the room.
At the sight of the big bed in front of her, Goren's things scattered around the room, Eames understood where Goren had taken her.
My God...
He had dared.
He had taken her to his room.
And she knew what he had in mind.
- I refuse.
Eames turned abruptly to Goren, his big hazel eyes glowing with reproach, making Goren jump with surprise.
Was he dreaming.
Or did Eames think he was planning to do things with her...
And in her bed.
No but oh...
He wasn't that kind of boy.
He tended to take it slow.
But he had to admit the idea of sharing his bed with Eames...
Was very tempting.
Of taking that damn nightgown off her.
To have her naked under him...
Was not unpleasant.
On the contrary.
With this idea, he ignited all.
But he took back.
He had to make her understand that she was imagining things.
And that he would never behave like that.
- I'll let you sleep in my room... He moved away from her, and headed for the door. I'll sleep somewhere else.
I'm sorry.
Eames had heard wrong.
Goren was letting her have her room...
And he was going to sleep somewhere else.
My God...
Then she had misinterpreted things.
She felt ashamed all of a sudden, and her cheeks turned pink.
How could she have imagined such a thing from Goren.
He would never abuse the situation.

He was a straightforward and deeply kind person.
The proof...
He let him his room.
But him...
Where would he sleep...
If she took his bed.
Goren went back to Eames, and when he reached her, he brought his hand to Eames' cheek, brushed it.
- Don't worry about me. He let his hand fall back under a blushing Eames. I apologize again for Molly.
Eames shook her head in denial.
Goren had nothing to apologize for Molly.
Molly had done nothing wrong.
She was a little girl.
And accidents happen at that age.
Especially at night.
How could she have blamed him.
Goren stepped away from Eames, headed for the door, and looked back at her one last time.
- Sleep well... Alex.
With these last words, he left the room, closed the door behind him, under an Eames who remained there as if forbidden, not leaving the door of the eyes.
Goren had just left her room.
And above all...
She brought her hand to her cheek, where Goren's long thin fingers had brushed her.
At the memory of that soft caress, Eames felt her heart beat violently in her chest, ready to explode.
My God...
But what was happening to her.
She had never reacted like this to Goren.
All it took was one gesture, and she was losing her mind.
But what did that mean?
It was better for her to go to bed.
Tomorrow morning she would have a clearer head...
And she would be able to think better about what had happened to her.
Proud of this resolution, Eames lifted the sheet, and slipped into bed, resting her head on the pillow.
But strangely a small musky smell brushed her marines, and her heart raced again.
Name of God...
She felt that the night was going to be long if she reacted to the mere smell of Goren.
But little by little, fatigue overcame her, and she fell asleep.