Is it the thought of true intimacy that frightens you?' He asked it nonchalantly, moving a pawn.
She moved her remaining bishop in retaliation. 'Frightened of intimacy? Something which can so easily be bartered and exchanged?'
'Can it? ... If I were to take you to bed now - throw you upon the covers and steal your virginity, do you think that would connote intimacy?'
She stared at him.
He leaned forward, stroking his queen, drawing her along the boxed edges of the square she currently owned. 'Or do you think that sitting here, across from me, sharing your thoughts freely and giving away your dreams...could be a true type of intimacy instead?

Autore: Anne Mallory