Luneshale Pass [aaf] the weight of history

she believed him. and perhaps she should not—but she did! certainly in this. they were close again, and then apart—and then his lips were delightfully near to her neck, his breath warm and causing her to laugh lightly as she sashayed away. 
meet me, he said. Toula, breathless, asked when next he was close enough to hear: when? she twirled away as the steps would have her do, and then as she next stepped alongside him, she asked, where? 
the people of Akashingo were alive around them, and she never felt so much so in her own life as then! and her own eyes found it too difficult to stray from the Sphinx then. this moment, at least, was their own.