" You wish to go?”
His jaw felt hard and warm. “I--yes, I wish to go.”
He moved her hand from his cheek to his chest, forcing her palm flat against the vibrant muscle of one breast. His eyes held hers, relentless and piercing. Loretta yearned to move away but knew she had little hope of breaking his hold. She could feel his heart thumping, a steady, sturdy beat in contrast with the uneven flutter of hers.
“You will walk backward in your footsteps and go forward a new way? "

― Catherine Anderson , Comanche Moon (Comanche, #1)