"The blush on your cheeks is lovely," he murmured. He gently freed his other hand. My hands fell limply into my lap. Softly he brushed my cheek,then held my face between his marble hands.
"Be very still," he whispered, as if I wasn't already frozen.
Slowly, never moving his eyes from mine, he leaned toward me. Then abruptly, but very gently, he rested his cold cheek against the hollow at the base of my throat. I was quite unable to move, even if I'd wanted to.
I listened to the sound of his even breathing, watching the sun and wind play in his bronze hair, more human than any other part of him.
With deliberate slowness, his hands slid down the sides of my neck. I shivered, and I heard him catch his breath. But his hands didn't pause as they softly moved to my shoulders, and then stopped.
His face drifted to the side, his nose skimming across my collarbone. He came to rest with the side of his face pressed tenderly against my chest.
Listening to my heart.
"Ah," he sighed.
I don't know how long we sat without moving. It could have been hours.
Eventually the throb of my pulse quieted, but he didn't move or speak again as he held me. I knew at any moment it could be too much, and my life could end — so quickly that I might not even notice. And I couldn't make myself be afraid. I couldn't think of anything, except that he was touching me.
And then, too soon, he released me.
His eyes were peaceful.
"It won't be so hard again," he said with satisfaction.
"Was that very hard for you?""Not nearly as bad as I imagined it would be. And you?""No, it wasn't bad… for me."He smiled at my inflection. "You know what I mean."I smiled.
"Here." He took my hand and placed it against his cheek. "Do you feel how warm it is?"And it was almost warm, his usually icy skin. But I barely noticed, for I was touching his face, something I'd dreamed of constantly since the first day I'd seen him.
"Don't move," I whispered.
Throb 抽动
“你脸颊上的红晕太可爱了。”他喃喃低语道。他温柔地抽出了另一只手，我的手无力地落在膝盖上。轻柔地，他拂过我的脸颊，然后用他宛如大理石般的双手捧起我的脸。
“千万别动。”他耳语着，好像我还不够僵硬一样。
他的目光从未离开过我的眼睛，慢慢地，他向我侧过来。然后出乎我意料的，却非常温柔地，他把冰冷的脸颊贴上了我的颈窝。我根本没法动弹，即使我确实想要这样做。我聆听着他平稳的呼吸声，看着阳光和微风在他红铜色的头发上轻舞着，这大概是他身上最像人类的部分。他的双手从容而缓慢地滑落下来，慢慢滑过我的脖子。我颤栗着，我能听到他屏住了呼吸。但他的手没有停下来，他们轻柔地移向我的肩膀，然后停住了。
他的脸慢慢地向下移，他的鼻子轻轻擦过了我的锁骨。他最终让自己一侧的脸颊温柔地压在我的胸口。
聆听着我的心跳。
“啊。”他叹息着。
我不知道我们这样一动不动地坐了多久。也许有好几个小时。最终，我脉搏的悸动平息下来，但他没有挪动，也没有说话，只是抓着我。我知道这样随时都有可能擦枪走火，我的生命会就此了结——快得我甚至不会注意到。而我也没法让自己害怕。我无法思考任何事情，只知道他在触碰着我。
然后，很快地，他放了我。
他的眼神很平静。
“不会再这么难了，”他满意地说。
“这对你来说很难吗?”
“没有我想象的那么糟。
你呢?”
“不，不坏……对我来说。”
他对我的语调微微一笑。
“你知道我的意思。”
我笑了笑。
“在这里。”
他拉起我的手，放在他的脸颊上。
“你感觉到有多暖和吗?”
他平常冰冷的皮肤现在几乎是温暖的了。
但我几乎没有注意到，因为我触摸着他的脸，这是我第一天见到他以来一直梦想的事情。
“别动，”我低声说。
