Her eyes followed him, hunger for him stabbing through her, which in turn echoed within him.  She gasped at that knowledge, not sure that she wanted him knowing the depth of her lust for his touch, fearing that he would see it as a weakness or a lack of depth to her love for him.  Features tense, she followed his lead and found her own clothing, although she was distracted by the friction of walking about the room and gave him a hungry once-over as she pulled on her robe to go to the bathhouse, whimpering slightly at the friction against her nipples.