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The word voluntarily hung between them. Alexs greatest desire was to lift Marcail in his arms and carry her to the bedroom. But just as he had waited for her admission of love, he also needed to give her time to desire their physical union. In his own mind, the two went hand in hand, but he realized that Marcail probably did not feel that way. He knew hed done the right thing when Marcail stepped from his arms.
Better now? he asked softly.
Yes, Alex. Thanks.
They moved of one accord then, back to their own beds. Marcail settled in quickly on the sofa, but sleep was miles away.
What did I do wrong? Did he not understand? Marcail didnt know when shed experienced such confusion. I think hes taking his cue from me as usual, but I dont know how to do this.
An image rose in Marcails mind of Alex taking her in his arms, and she knew real fear that swiftly turned to anger. After turning over uncomfortably on the sofa, she scolded herself.
Youre such a coward, Marcail. Afraid of everything including your own husband. When are you going to grow up? Marcail carried on in this vein for the better part of an hour without a single thought of sleep. She remembered much later than she should have that she needed to pray. She had barely said ten words to the Lord, when she realized she had to talk with Alex about the way she was feeling.
You know hell listen, she told herself as she rose from the bed. However, he might wish you had waited until morning. Marcail sat up on the edge of the sofa in a moment of indecision. When she finally moved soundlessly through the living room, she had decided on a plan.
The house was very dark, but Marcail moved with purpose toward the bedroom. The door was open, and she stopped on the threshold. Very softly, Marcail called Alexs name, knowing that if he was already asleep her voice wouldnt disturb him.
To Marcails surprise he stirred instantly. She peered through the darkness as he rustled around and lit the lamp on the bedstand. When the room was illumined in soft light, Marcail saw that Alex had come up to rest on one elbow to watch her in her simple, sleeveless nightgown with its deep V-neck and buttons down the front. Her own eyes went to Alexs bare chest above the sheet and then back to his eyes. After taking a deep breath, she spoke.
Katie told me a long time ago that when a man and woman are in love, there is nothing to fear. I seem to be struggling with believing her right now. I know I must seem like a child to you, but really I am afraid.