Promise Of The Unicorn. Sara Craven

his skin, where the neck of his robe parted, and the breath choked in her throat as she realised exactly what she was inviting.

      She couldn’t look at him in case she saw in his face some recognition of her torment. Because if he knew—if he had the least idea, she would be shamed forever.

      She thought, ‘Oh, God, what am I doing here?’ and fled, her heart hammering like that of a terrified bird.