But now, this feeling makes it impossible for her to describe accurately.
Rejection, of course not, there's a bit of shyness amidst the nervousness.
Yet in this shyness, it seems something essential between a man and a woman is missing.
Nervously clutching the corner of the quilt, she doesn't know whether she wants Harry Hall to come close or not.
Harry Hall naturally feels Helen Melendy's nervousness too.
Since she agreed to marry him, he had never hoped to accomplish anything in one go with her.
Some things, only when feelings deepen, do they naturally fall into place.
He doesn't want to force her, nor does he want her to compromise herself to please him.
He felt it when she suddenly stiffened the moment he lay down and sighed inwardly.
Turning sideways to look at her, he smiled helplessly:
"So nervous?"
Helen Melendy instinctively denied, "Not really."
The laughter in Harry Hall's eyes deepened, as he moved closer to her.
"How about now??"
