As she felt his lips on hers, her body held still -- not surprised, not shocked and as if her body had already prepared itself before time. It came all of a sudden and instead of her pulling back and yelling at him, she was as calm as the night breeze.
As young King Desmond released his lips from hers, she exhaled, realizing what had just happened and she lifted up his eyes to stare into his, and she asked.
"Why? Why did you do that?" Her tone was friendly but the words ragged and her breath shaky.
Desmond was expecting the opposite of that. He was expecting her to land a slap on his face after that but surprisingly, the reverse was the case as she seemed to be very calm with the situation.
"I don't know. I just wanted to," he whispered. "I guess you wanted it too," he said, drawing closer to her with his hand holding her arm gently. "Your body, it surrendered in acceptance."