Lenally hated how his gaze kept her so desperately trapped. Much like Lorenso's she felt Gerrard's gaze bewitch her, drawing her in like a rabbit to a carrot. She gulped as she felt his hand to the small of her back, bright red as he lays on the bed and she finds herself on top of him. She can feel his manhood between his legs, and her eyes widen sufficiently, as she looks away, trembling innocently. When he pulls her into a kiss, she finds herself responding, whether she wants to or not. She pulls away after awhile, trying hard to gather her thoughts amidst the cloud of desirous thoughts. She looked at him again and saw his gaze, and felt like she might cry. Now she wanted to hate Gerrard....because she was beginning to feel almost as strongly for him as she already felt for Lorenso. She wasn't certain what to do, but she knew she wasn't ready as she simply trembled and bashfully looked away.<br/><br/>"I.....I should.....should rest." she said, a hand shakily going to the cheek with the poultice on it.