“What are you doing?”
He was standing behind her and she could hear gentle movements, like shifting of cloth. Soft fabric fell across her eyes. She could feel it tighten around her head as he knotted it behind her.
“I don’t understand.” She wasn’t scared, but a bit of apprehension was creeping into her bones.
She could feel him move in front of her. He was standing close and his hand brushed her cheek. “I want to kiss you,” he admitted, his voice both nervous and self-assured.
“But...” she argued, not sure what to say beyond that single word. She knew she couldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t.
“See no evil,” he murmured.
She didn't understand, but she trembled as he moved towards her.
“It’s not a sin if you don’t know who’s kissing you,” he whispered.
As his lips met hers, her heart raced.
“The sin is not in the kissing,” she countered softly as he pulled away. “The sin is in the wanting.”