"Henri," she says as she leans into his touch. What does she want? Sybil is grateful for the pause, for the chance to think a bit more clearly for the moment.

"I want you here. I don't wish to stop. But I don't think we should-" her cheeks are flushed pink from the beating of her heart, as well as from what she's about to say to him. "I shouldn't think we should go too far."