Jun 28, 2010 11:01
The evening progresses as expected. I give my consent to let him court me with the understanding that I belong to another. He nods, eager despite my misgivings.
We walk through the courtyard, my terreiro. I wonder if he understands the honor I do him. He kneels beside me, evoking another who once did the same. I teach, instruct.
In the end, he kisses me until I pull away, far sooner than he wants. He draws back at what he sees in my eyes.
"You presume too much, Micheal," I tell him quietly, sadly. I don't want it like this.
He leaves.
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