For a moment, all he did was stare at me. He didn’t look at all startled. In fact, he looked as still and self-contained as a marble sculpture, and just as beautiful. A dark expression flickered in his eyes that I had never seen before. He let the tapestry drop gently from his fingers on to the floor. The thread from it now stretched between the ground and his fingers, clinging to him, snagging against his torso. I was amazed that it looked so fragile, yet didn’t break.
Then he started to move towards me. The bottom hem of the sheet caught under his foot and it fell away from his body, crumpling at his feet as he walked forward, careless of it. He was totally naked, and fully aroused. I wanted to speak but my throat was dry, my mouth unable to move. He lifted a forefinger to his bottom li
