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down at her hands.
    “Happy, now?” He curled his fingers under her chin and made her look at him.
    “That was not the problem. I just think this is a bit abrupt.”
    “And to think I was the one afraid of loving.” He kissed her lips lightly. “You told me love didn’t scare you,” he murmured, almost sad.
    Please, try to understand me.
“I’m not afraid of loving you. Never,” she shook her head fiercely and her hair bounced around her. “But I’m scared to death.” She cupped his face in her cold hands and whispered, “Scared of losing everything again. I won’t survive another loss.”
    Oh, Beauty.
His heart squeezed in his chest and he drowned himself inside her honeyed eyes, so beautiful and honest. He put his big warm hands over hers and rested his forehead on hers and said firmly, “You won’t lose me, Sophia. You. Will. Not.”
    “You can’t promise that, Alistair Connor,” she whispered. “Fate decides that, what we want, what we wish, it doesn’t matter.”
    “Well, at least, I can promise you I’ll try my hardest so you don’t get rid of me, stubborn and commanding as I am.”
    The tease brought out a small smile from Sophia, “Amen, my lord Marquis.”
    “So... Can I put the ring on your finger?”
    She blinked. She had forgotten about the ring. “Ah...”
    “Sophia, I’m not proposing. It’s not an engagement ring. It’s, as I said, a commitment ring.”
    “Like the slave bracelet?” she asked him, with a raised eyebrow.
    How cunning, Sophia.
“Aye, like the slave bracelet,” he stifled a smile as he fingered the shining bracelet just below her watch and closed his hand around it, the contrast of her lean thin wrist and his long broad fingers gentling his grip.
    “Well, then,” she sighed, extending her fingers and surrendering to his beguiling ways. “It seems you like to stake your claim, Alistair Connor.”
    He smiled then and murmured against her lips, “Aye, Sophia, I do.”
    Kensington. Dr. John Walter’s Office.
     
    12.27 p.m.
    “So, what brings you two here?” said John, sitting on his chair behind his desk and opening Sophia’s file.
    Alistair glanced at Sophia.
    She bit her lip to stop her smile and shook her head at him.
Let him explain it.
    “Well, first of all, Sophia... Err... Sophia has a strange reaction at the conclusion of sex. I’ve never seen it happen before. And I fear that there’s something wrong-” Alistair paused, frowning as she giggled. “Well, she goes into a kind of stupor that can last five minutes or so. She has difficulty talking. And... she even fainted once. I almost called 999.”
    Five?! Aren’t you dramatic?
“I didn’t faint,” she said in an amused voice.
    “You did.”
    “I did not.”
    “Well, did you or didn’t you, Sophia?” John leaned on his chair, his kind blue eyes studying Sophia’s grinning face.
    “I... Maybe I did, but it was very quick.” Her smile broadened. “This is ridiculous. I didn’t really faint. It’s absolutely normal.”
    Alistair’s brows creased, “Quick or not, real or not, it scared the hell out of me. She was unconscious.”
    “But what happened? Can you describe it?” John asked Sophia. “Do you feel nausea? Dizziness? Numbness in your hands or feet?”
    “Numbness?” she smiled. “No, never. It’s happened before, but I never feel anything unpleasant. On the contrary. Hmm, let’s say that it’s so...”
Oh, my. How do I say this?
“Ah... Hmm...” Her lips slitted again in a big grin, “I feel so good that it leaves me warm all over, floating, as if I were ethereal, and it takes me some time to come back down from cloud nine.”
    “Floating... Ethereal, on cloud nine...” It was John’s turn to smile, as Alistair blinked at Sophia’s description. “Well, what can I say? Congratulations are in order, I think. To both of you. All men should take their companions to that state. And women would need to be profoundly connected with their partner in order to achieve