Diana Gabaldon Quote
What I meant to ask is, is this…usual? What it is between us, when I touch you, when you…lie with me? Is it always so between a man and a woman? In spite of his difficulties, I knew exactly what he meant. His gaze was direct, holding my eyes as he waited my answer. I wanted to look away, but couldn’t. There’s often something like it, I said, and had to stop and clear my throat. But no. No, it isn’t—usual. I have no idea why, but no. This is…different. He relaxed a bit, as though I had confirmed something about which he had been anxious.
Diana Gabaldon
What I meant to ask is, is this…usual? What it is between us, when I touch you, when you…lie with me? Is it always so between a man and a woman? In spite of his difficulties, I knew exactly what he meant. His gaze was direct, holding my eyes as he waited my answer. I wanted to look away, but couldn’t. There’s often something like it, I said, and had to stop and clear my throat. But no. No, it isn’t—usual. I have no idea why, but no. This is…different. He relaxed a bit, as though I had confirmed something about which he had been anxious.