When he kissed her neck again, Sahar supposed she had her answer, and her heart began to race with the realization. He touched her stomach and she jolted, hands still gripping his shoulders and head tilted to the side a little as he kissed her. Maybe she should stop this. She didn't know him, after all! And he was just recovering from injury! And yet...
It went against everything she knew about herself, but to her surprise, she found that very fact...thrilling. That she didn't know him. That this was a foreign man, one she had only just met, one she knew nothing about, and yet...and yet he wanted her. And yet he was kissing her, touching her, wanting her in ways no one else had expressed--but that she had secretly desired, having grown up rather isolated with her texts and learning. Some hidden part of her had dreamed of this, of this sort of anonymous affair--and it had to be anonymous, since relationships could never be allowed--and some part of her was curious about it. Curious about what it was like and where this would go.
It was that part of her that stopped resisting, even though her heart raced--half from the thrill of it, having forbidden herself this so long, and half from nerves because this was utter madness.
"I...I will take that as a yes," she murmured, slipping out of her formal speech, a slight tremble to her breathing. Very well. If she was honestly going to do this, if this was to be her real decision, she needed to have some agency in it. And so, with a deep breath, she brought her hands to her shoulders and pushed the robe down off of them.