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First, he stooped down to see if he saw anyone in the between-decks and saw no one there. He turned Anna around so they faced each other, as he placed his hands on each side of her face. She stood there just looking into his crystal clear blue eyes, as he brushed her face softly with the backside of one of his hands. “I have wanted to touch you all day. You are so beautiful Anna.” He whispered, in a deep husky voice. “Anna, can I kiss you?” He murmured into her hair.

“Please,” she breathed. Her emotions were reeling when his lips touched hers. He placed soft kisses on her lips, then her cheeks, and then her mouth again. She could hear his heavy breathing even as she heard her own.

Then with his hands still on both sides of her face, he pulled his mouth from hers and whispered hoarsely, “I want to know everything about you. Tell me who you really are Anna.”

“You know who I am.” She managed, as she snapped back to reality and she pulled from his grip.

“No, I know something isn’t right in what you say. You aren’t like the other women on this voyage; your clothes are finer, your speech is clearer, and you’ve been educated. Tell me again why you are headed to Jamestown, but this time be sure and tell me the truth. You know you can trust me.” He whispered, while he pulled her back to him and brushed a kiss in her hair.