Since Logan and Barek had left, Goren had been sitting on the sofa, going over and over what Logan had told him.
Goren tried to understand.
But he couldn't.
Why couldn't there be more between him and Alexa, or at least Goren was arranging the words in his own way.
Because Logan had told him to be careful, and that he'd better stop what he was doing with Alexa, even if it was just kissing.
It was for both their sakes, Logan had told him.
But Goren didn't want to stop what was happening between him and Alexa.
He felt something very strong for Alexa, and he wanted her to know it.
And tonight, in that darkness, he'd gone beyond the kissing stage, and made Alexa understand that he wanted much more.
Alexa had such soft, sweet-smelling skin.
How could he not have been so disturbed by the firm roundness of her small breasts, which rose when he plunged his face into them.
He'd felt his heartbeat quicken to a frantic rhythm.
In addition, Alexa had liked his initiative.
She let out a little cry of pleasure, dug her slender fingers into his curls to grasp them, and leaned her head back, pressing her small breasts tightly against his face.
At this reaction, Alexa couldn't have been clearer.
So why did he have to stop everything.
If she wanted it as much as he did.
Where was the harm.
In addition, why couldn't they continue what was going on between them.
There was no harm in it.
And Alexa was so receptive, so willing.
So why.
Furthermore, why had Logan told her about his past, when he couldn't remember anything.
To tell her that he thought of Alexa as a sister.
And that a brother and sister didn't do things like that.
For one thing, Goren's mind was a blank.
And two, what he felt for Alexa had nothing to do with anything fraternal.
If that had been the case in the past, which Goren strongly doubted, today it was no longer the case.
Alexa was much more than a sister.
He saw the woman, the one who could be loved, cherished and desired.
In addition, as Logan had pointed out, if he thought of Alexa as his sister, but Alexa wasn't, then where was the harm.
If he wanted to go further with his little angel, and she wanted him to, well, they'd go further.
And God knows, he was dying to.
Alexa had lit an inferno in him, not just tonight, but this darkness had rekindled that feeling, and Goren wished Alexa would put it out.
Because Goren already knew that tonight, he wouldn't be able to sleep a wink.
Especially, if he slept in Alexa's arms.
He wouldn't be able to stop thinking again and again about the softness of Alexa's nascent throat, her little moan.
And best of all, Alexa was the only one who could put out that blaze.
- Bobby...
At the softness of the voice, and the slender little fingers Alexa placed on his arm, Goren gasped, snapping out of his thoughts, blushing violently, all ashamed of his lustful thoughts.
It wasn't right to react the way he did.
And especially, to be so obsessed with her small breasts.
Alexa didn't deserve this.
She deserved gentleness.
So with gentleness, Goren took her hand in his, intertwined his fingers with hers, brought them to her lips, brushed them.
At this caress on her fingers, and the little flame shining in Goren's brown eyes, Eames was consumed.
Goren wrapped his arm around her waist and delicately drew her to him, burying her head against his chest.
- Oh Alexa... If you only knew…
If she knew...
But what.
He couldn't finish his sentence.
He who in the past had been very talkative.
At the moment, he was even more restricted with words.
But Eames had to stop comparing him to the Goren of before his memory loss.
But she couldn't.
She couldn't.
Despite his memory loss, Goren would always be to her, even if he had no memory of him, this man who had been her partner for six years.
But it was strange.
Goren's voice was so unsettling.
Could it be that what had happened tonight had upset him as much as it had her.
Thinking of Goren's head dipping into her nascent throat, Eames flared up.
She'd love to...
But she didn't dare.
Besides, would Goren agree.
Would he accept.
Would he even want to.
Eames tried to breathe calmly, and brought her hand to Goren's half-beige, half-ashen curls, stroking them with extreme tenderness.
- Bobby... Eames drew a blank. I'd like to...
At Alexa's hesitation, Goren raised his face to her, looked at her intensely, trying to understand what could make her hesitate.
What would his little angel like...
Did she want what he wanted so badly...
To touch her.
No...
It couldn't be that.
Besides, he looked obsessed thinking about it all the time.
But Goren had this little hope.
If only Alexa wanted him to touch her.
Then he'd gladly grant her wish.
But he could be wrong.
And so...
Better to think of something else.
And try to figure out what she wanted.
- Alexa... You can tell me anything, you know…
Tell him everything...
Yes, she knew.
But right now, it was so hard to say what was in her heart.
To tell him what she wanted.
She was so afraid.
So why not try to take the initiative, instead of trying to talk, and tell him what she wanted.
Proud of her resolve, Eames brought her hands up to Goren's face, took him gently between her hands, and lowered her face to his, brought her lips close to his, brushed against them.
It didn't matter what anyone said to him.
Eames was attached to Goren, she felt something strong, and nothing anyone could say to her could change her mind.
Her heart had spoken.
He'd made his choice.
Yes, Eames had let Goren go further tonight in the dark, letting him take such an initiative, plunging his head down her nascent throat.
But Eames couldn't hide it, she could only admit it, she'd loved the initiative, and she wished Goren had gone further.
Eames no longer wanted to pretend she was this strong woman, this woman whose armor she'd put on to protect herself, and who was in truth only fragile, and who only wanted to be loved and cherished.
Through his gentleness, his tenderness, Goren had succeeded in shattering her armor.
- Bobby... Eames's cheeks turned pink. I want you to touch me.
At her barely audible words, as light as a whisper, Goren's face turned completely scarlet.
Pardon.
Alexa wanted him to touch her.
Was it true.
Wasn't his imagination overflowing, so eager was he to hear her words.
Especially since what Alexa had just told him had been barely audible, like a faint whisper.
So he could very well have misunderstood.
In addition, did he have the right to do so.
Would she even want to.
And yet, Alexa's rosy cheeks, her big hazel eyes that shone with hope, but with worry, that way of being so awkward and unsettling, told him that he hadn't dreamed her words, and that they were true.
And Goren had only one wish: to fulfill his little angel's every whim.
For her, he was ready to move mountains, to sell his soul to the devil.
Alexa could ask him anything she wanted, make him do anything she wanted, even if it broke his heart, he'd do anything for her.
What's more, Goren was dying to touch her.
And right now, Alexa was allowing him to.
She was fulfilling his deepest desire.
But Goren couldn't touch her without being sure.
After all, maybe he'd misinterpreted Eames' words.
- You really want me to touch you...
Eames wanted to scream yes.
But she didn't dare, it was far too awkward, and embarrassing.
Besides, he'd think she was a hussy.
And Eames couldn't stand that.
So Eames decided to simply nod.