Josephine moaned ever so softly as Raoul shifted closer to her, her heart speeding a little more. "But wishes grow to wants, and wants to needs..." Her voice was quiet and half-hearted, as if she was not wanting to say it with such negative opinion. We wish with our heart, not our minds; and sometimes the stronger of the two wins when it shouldn't..." Her fingertips retreated away from Raoul's shoulder, and she sighed, opening her eyes a bit sadly. There was desire in her eyes that had been hidden all this time, a longing for a moment like this, but now she knew she could not act upon her yearning. The flame flickered dangerously behind the glass, but she tried hard to keep it back equally as much as her heart pushed it to grow. It was promise against desire, heart against mind, wrong against right. But which was which anymore?