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Not knowing exactly what to do, he meekly mirrored her actions and brought his shaking hands up to her cheeks as well. Of course, he couldn't bear to actually touch her, so his hands simply hovered around her head, and again she looked at him baffled. Perhaps she had lied when she said she had never done this before. It was clear she knew what she was doing, and Oliver was disappointed to see how obvious his inexperience was. Her face drew closer to his and as he saw her lips began to part, he closed his eyes once more. The smell of her blood and brine took hold of his thoughts, his treasonous and sinful thoughts! He’d done his best to ignore her nakedness so far, but with her pressed so close against him, he was finding it no longer possible. Her grip be damned, the Devil had him! He squeezed his eyes even tighter, as if doing so would hide him from his shame. Sadly, it was to little effect. Just at the moment he felt the faintest touch of flesh on his on mouth, his stomach lurched upward and he felt himself roughly submerged under the surf.