Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

He had tried so hard not to stare; all of this was unsettling enough and he wasn't even the one affected. But as Lex explored the new facets of his - her body, Anatoly couldn't help but follow the direction of her wandering hand.

Face burning, he forced his eyes back up to hers. This wasn't a time to think about how lovely she looked (he would have to been blind not to notice that) but to take her hand and hold her in his arms.