Anna had barely noticed that their linked arms were pressing to her chest now.  The warmth of his breath against her neck felt welcoming and she felt her body relax.  She was finding it harder and harder to fight this moment.  But why?  She didn't love him, yet she let him hold her close.  A sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, wondering if she could imagine Armas with a genuine smile on his perfect lips.<br/>Her heArt was beating faster and she felt the urge to face him and just look at his face and see what was going on in that head of his. But she stopped herself from turning when she felt a sudden hesitation.  'Why do I want to look at him?   Why does he make me feel like I'm at home again?.....' She thought, almost in a panic.  She wanted I deny the feeling building up in her throat but it was getting harder to.<br/><br/>But the familiar warmth of Armas'body suddenly diminished as his hands slipped away and his body roughly pushed away from hers.  She turned around and stood up as she watched him walk to the porch.  Why was he suddenly so bitter?  Did he suddenly lose interest in her?   The thought actually concerned her.  She liked the attention he gave her, it made her feel special.  His question was suprising.  'Why am I not happy?  I have everything I need here....' She thought as he walked off on the porch.  "I don't know.......I wish I could.  It doesn't seem like such a bad idea to give into you" she sai as she looked up to him from where she stood.  "I mean, it doesn't seem bad at all...you are actually a pretty nice guy, but I keep fighting for some reason" she said.  Her face was still a little red as she watched him carefully.  "Why did you....pull away?" She asked with a bit of hesitation, he was starting to feel embarrassed.  "I can do my best to adjust to the lifestyle here...".