Lorenz shakes his head a little, closing his eyes and trying to figure out how to explain-
What exactly? That he's afraid if he allows himself to just give in to something like this that... he'll enjoy it? He'll end up being just like Gautier? That its just one step closer to becoming some sort of... of... harlot.
Even this, passionate, soul-searching kisses but still merely kisses, is so much. Too much. Things meant for one's marital bed not-
He doesn't know how to explain it, how to make any of it make sense. He doesn't even know if it does make sense but he's not sure if he can make Claude understand. After a long, thoughtful silence, brows furrowed as he struggles to find something he can say that will make some sense at least...
"I've never let myself... want something like this?"
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What exactly? That he's afraid if he allows himself to just give in to something like this that... he'll enjoy it? He'll end up being just like Gautier? That its just one step closer to becoming some sort of... of... harlot.
Even this, passionate, soul-searching kisses but still merely kisses, is so much. Too much. Things meant for one's marital bed not-
He doesn't know how to explain it, how to make any of it make sense. He doesn't even know if it does make sense but he's not sure if he can make Claude understand. After a long, thoughtful silence, brows furrowed as he struggles to find something he can say that will make some sense at least...
"I've never let myself... want something like this?"