The Falling of Katja: an Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) by Rosalind Scarlett Page A

behaviour.  Then, on the other hand,
would he not have perceived just what it was?  After all, he was two years
older than I and nearly considered a man.  Did he not feel it, too?  Oh, how I
longed to know that he did.  Yet, if he did, he never let on to the fact,
leaving me to feel as though I was all alone in this. 
    And
then there were the times when I was sure I caught his eyes discernibly alter as
they lingered on me.  Yet the moment my eyes attempted to connect with his, he
was always quick to avert them and make light of it. 
    So,
what do I say in answer to his question now?  Do I tell him how he makes me
feel, that I want to know the feel of his hands on other parts of me than my
hand, that I dream of feeling his lips upon mine, that his eyes transport me to
a magical world and I want nothing more than to stay there with him always?  Indubitably,
I cannot reveal such things to him, though I wish that I could.  It would not
be becoming of a lady to be so forward.  Thus, even more than that, I wish he
would utter all those things to me.
    But
alas, he does not.  I had not the slightest inkling to whether he even felt
such things.  Still, every night I prayed that he did.
    “Yes,
Štefan, I am fine, just a bit dizzy from being out of breath,” I finally
replied in answer.
    “Good!”
he exclaimed, squeezing my hand.  “Because I have something to show you1” 
    I
looked to him and his face was full of enthusiasm as he began pulling me
along. 
    “What
is it?” I queried, intrigued.
    “You
shall see!”  He sent a gleaming smile my way, making me feel weak all over
again.  Suddenly I did not know if I could walk anymore, but he was pulling me
along so that I nearly did not have to.
    Štefan
commenced to pulling me to the top of a hill, one which somehow we had never
been on together before then.  When we were at the top, I gasped, for the scene
before my eyes was absolutely breathtaking.  The twilight sky was painting the backdrop
for the rolling hills below us in brilliant shades of pinks, violets and
oranges, the colours becoming deeper and more vibrant with each second that passed
as the lingering light swiftly diminished.
    Yet
still, as awe-inspiring as the scene is, what affected me more was how Štefan did
not let go of my hand.  Instead, his fingertips lightly caressed over it, leisurely
running up each of my fingers and down again to the insides, exploring it as
though it was a realm in and of itself entirely.  It was amazing how that one
meager gesture could make my whole body sing.
    My
eyes fell closed, nearly forgetting the point of us standing there.  Then I felt
his arms wrap about my waist, his hands still engulfing mine against my belly,
his chest pressed to my back so that his hot breath was warming my hair.  I found
meself thinking on how I would like to feel it elsewhere upon my body.
    “It
is beautiful, is it not?” Štefan asked, his tone soft and sensual.
    I
twisted my head around to look up at him.  His pale eyes seemed to be
reflecting the colours of the sky, making them even more beautiful, which I had
thought to be impossible.  Our lips were dangerously close, so close I felt his
breath upon them.  I willed them to meet mine. 
    “Yes,
it is.  Thank you for bringing me here.”
    He
smiled down at me.  But instead of kissing me as I hoped, he spun me around
playfully, eliciting me to giggle. 
    Then
he took hold of my hand and began running through the grasses.  All too soon
the sun made its fast descent and I had to scurry home before I worried my
mother being out into dark.
    Ever
after that eve, his lips coming ever so close to mine, all I could seem to think
of was being kissed by him.  Each word which left his mouth playing over in my
mind. 
    Oh
Štefan.   Will I ever know what it
is like to hold you close?

Chapter Two

     
     
    I t is late summer, and we were taking one of our customary
walks together.  Afore too long, we came upon a small lake.  It