"Auguste" She whispered his name as he presses his hand to her chest. It was strange, though not unpleasant. His words echoed through her mind, he wanted to know what they had been. How could she hope to ever explain that?<br/><br/>Her chin tilted up to meet his lips, far more eager than she had any right to be. Because this was wrong, it was unlawful...it...felt wonderful.<br/><br/>His lips were carefully when they finally pressed to hers, though she reciprocated just as hesitantly, there was a sort of current that ran through her body and tugged at something low in her stomach, something forbidden.<br/><br/>With a small gasp, she pulled away from him, dropping her eyes. If her geeks were warm before they were burning now. And the way her heart hammered in her cheat, she could have sworn it was about to burst right out of her ribcage. But as amazing a sensation as it was, there was a great deal of guilt tempering her emotions.<br/><br/>Tilda shook her head forcefully, reusing to be tempted by him. "It doesn't matter what I want. Laws are laws and they are enforced." She shuddered as she thought of the public executions that took place weekly I'm the wide square in the center of town. "And besides, it wouldn't be fair for you to lead me on when nothing could ever happen. I'll tell you what you want to know but please at least show some respect."