Touch Me

Gently, she cradled his forlorn countenance in her dainty hands, her voice tender yet resolute, "Your Highness, I desire you as well, but you are inebriated. Please, listen to me."

In this moment, Oriana's honesty mirrored his own emotions, but she remained steadfast, guarding against the allure of surrendering to passion. As a woman, she couldn't afford to lose herself in this intoxicating moment. Yet, she held a quiet confidence that, even in his drunken state, he would heed her words.

Her admission 'I want you as well' served as a balm to the intoxicated man's wounded pride, averting the sting of rejection. He closed his eyes, their foreheads touching, their noses lightly grazing, enveloped in the embrace of her alluring scent.