Thomas found his breath catching as he watched her approach, cursing himself for the slight arousal he was beginning to feel. She had the form of a goddess, a thought that kept rolling over in his mind as she began to step forward. She was impossibly lovely, and despite his virtues, he was just a man.<br/><br/>When she leaned in, his hand raised slowly as though to embrace her, but he forced it down. He didn't even know who she was; he couldn't touch her in such a familiar way. Her warm breath, however, caused a shiver to run up his spine, his eyes closing.<br/><br/>He opened them again, eyes wandering over her flawless face, inhaling her scent. He wasn't sure what to say. If he wasn't dead..then what?<br/><br/>"Then..how am I here, milady? I don't understand."