"I... I don't mean that," she was fumbling over her words, scrambling to regain her senses. "Well, that's not true. It's partly that. What I mean is..."

Stand your ground, she told herself. Shaking her head, she pulled back again, a little further this time. How was she supposed to think with his hands all over her?

"Zidane, where did you run off to? What happened to your phone? Why didn't you answer my calls?"