Forced?No.She knew she willingly participated in the intimate act, even if it was entirely unexpected.
Unexpected and yet wanted.
How had he known what her body was begging for whilst they stood in the beam of light?Was her desire for him so obvious?Had he spent the night before imagining them kissing like this?Clutching one another in a beam of celestial light as if they were being blessed by the Roman gods?
Even when Patrick angled his head in the other direction, requiring her to do the same to keep her lips on his, she knew she wouldn’t be the first to break such a kiss.She wouldn’t be the first to come up for air.She wouldn’t be the first to give up her hold on his arms.
The sound of a clearing throat was all it took for the kiss to suddenly end.For the two of them to break apart, their blinks of surprise giving away the fact that they had both been lost in the kiss.
The beam of light no longer enveloped them, the sun having moved beyond the edge of the oculus.Gasping, Armenia turned to discover a red-faced priest regarding them with a quirked lip.
“Scuse,” Patrick said, lowering his head.
“Per favore perdonaci, Padre,” Armenia chimed in, dipping a curtsy.
“Sei venuto a fare la confessione?”the priest asked.
Did you come to make the confession?
“No,” Patrick replied.“I came to...”He paused, glancing at Armenia before he said, “Proporre il matrimonio.”
The comment earned him two wide-eyed stares.
