Ocean's Breath Plateau how long can you hold your breath?

his gaze was heavy-lidded and dazed as he stared at her, beginning to fall into a sort of stupor he knew all too frighteningly well. avoid pleasures of the flesh, had warned hari, and he meant to heed that warning. but intention was one thing, reality was quite another. she was quite beautiful, and he quite lonely.

lots of thirst to quench, he responded, his mouth suddenly dry. lots of shadows to chase away. oh, if she only knew. she would flee from him--there was no other end result. the skeletons in his closet were more like corpses: newly dead, the flesh just beginning to rot away. perhaps with time, govinda would more easily shove them back, but for now they lingered close, dangerously close.

common sense had a funny way of losing out to desire.

what is your name? he inquired softly, golden eyes drifting slowly, steadily, over her visage, her body. then again, maybe it would make him feel less guilty if she remained anonymous.