Gaffer couldn't wrap his head around what just happened...
Just a few seconds ago he was burning with want—to hear her talk. To hear her voice. And the next seconds he was yearning to hear her say his name.
When he heard her say his name, he had wondered why his name had never sounded so seductive before now.
She sounded like a nightmare.
To him, she sounded like the sweet voice in a bad dream, pulling one into the trap. And he liked it.
He was seduced, no doubt.
She had bewitched and seduced him just by calling his name.
At thy moment, he was so lost in her eyes and her voice, he had totally looked beyond the tiny white rabbit body. He was staring somewhere else, inside of her.
Even though he was lost staring at her soul, his mind was in the present, counting the whiskers on her face.
Gaffer was totally not in control when his face inched closer to hers.
