"They do not frighten me," she replied firmly, her voice carrying a fierce certainty. "And they certainly do not repulse me, or whatever nonsense you have convinced yourself of."
The words were spoken with such vehemence that it was impossible to doubt their sincerity. In truth, she hated that he could even think that she would react that way. The look she leveled at him was hard and resolute, as though she meant to drive her point directly through his stubborn skull.
The air between them had grown thick with emotion. At some point during their conversation, they had gradually shifted closer together on the bed without either of them noticing. Now their faces hovered only inches apart, so close that their breaths mingled in the small space between them.
"And while we are on the topic," Circe continued, her voice lowering slightly, "I suppose I should reveal a secret urge of mine..." She trailed off briefly, a delicate blush blooming across her cheeks.
