"At the risk of opening old wounds," she said, which was probably more of a risk for her than for him anyway, "I ought to remind you that I'm still quite...new. New at this."

She trailed her fingers down his side absently, lowering her eyes. "Sometimes, it's all I can think about and I..." She stumbled, looking for the words. "It confuses me, I suppose. I feel like I'm doing something wrong." Something Paris would do, she supposed. She shuddered to think that she could ever be as devoted to the pursuit of pleasure as he was. Look at what the cost had been.

Cassandra looked back up at him. "Although, somehow, the word 'wrong' seems to have gone away right now."