Delphine felt a twinge of emotion, lifting her small face to seriously look at Ignatius Leclair. The image of Ignatius in her memory had long blurred, and she had locked away the events of her youth, never to be touched.
After returning to the South Seas, this face, even more handsome, had a touch of unfamiliarity and an unfathomable depth accumulated over the years.
Seeing her earnest little face, Ignatius felt unusually tempted. A thought struck him, and he quickly flipped over, pressing her beneath him, kissing her deeply.
Delphine was still somewhat unaccustomed to intimacy; perhaps the shadow in her heart was too deep. Her body stiffened slightly. Seeing this, Ignatius squinted thoughtfully, picked her up, and headed upstairs.
