“You are such a child,” she managed, “Makram.” She had not meant to say his name with a breathy sigh, nor let him realize she was staring at his mouth. Nor did she mean to let her thoughts wander to what it might be like to be kissed by someone. Someone she was drawn to, someone who was not just kissing her for the benefit of others, as she suspected any future husband might. Would he want to kiss her? “No,” he said, his voice taking on a purr that did not aid her in the least, “I am a man.”
