Blackfoot Forest not even into another eternity

his eyes continued to rove across her form, but it was not until  he spoke that mona considered she had been very, very wrong. "I —!" she exclaimed before she was aware there were no words with which to answer the feline thing. had she imagined the glance in his eyes? how his gaze had lingered? she did not know how to respond, and fell into a tremulous silence marked by nervous flutterings of her lashes.
"forgive me, monsieur," the little mayfair murmured after a small length of quiet. "i am just a stupid girl." embarassment burned beneath her fur, threatening to wet her cheeks with hot and frustrated tears; mona held them back valiantly. but her shame was deep. "i should ... i should go," the girl murmured, clearing her throat and inching backward, hoping he would be merciful enough to let her flee the scene of her deepest chagrin.