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| down her guard! Now he would expect her always to give in to his needs, no matter that her own matched his. |

| Slipping from his embrace, Sasha suddenly felt shy beneath his searching eyes. He had touched her all over and surely had her every curve and dip memorized, but now, after having shared the ultimate of embraces with him, she felt awkward. |

| "Sasha, what's the matter?" Ashton asked, reaching gently to touch her cheek. When she moved away from him and left the water, almost frantically scrambling into her wet clothes, his heart sank. He knew that the battle with her, to win her, was not yet over. Perhaps he was worse off than before now that he had made love to her. Perhaps his timing had been all wrong! |

| Circling his hands into tight fists, as if that way he could hold in the sadness that washed through him, he left the water and pulled on his clothes, feeling the silence between them like a heavy weight pressing in on him. |

| Then, unable to bear this, he took Sasha by a wrist and turned her to face him. "Is this the way it's going to be now?" he asked, frowning down at her. "Because we made love, you are going to treat me like the plague? I guess I should be used to it by now, but damn it, Sasha, I'm not. Why can't you come to your senses and admit that you love me? Why, Sasha?" |

| Her face flooding with color, her body still throbbing from the passion they had shared, Sasha found it hard not to lunge into his arms and beg him to hold her and never let her go. |

| But she had too much to sort out inside her mind, |

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