“yes.”
“Maybe you’ll change your mind one day,” he said softly as he gazed intently into her eyes, “after you m e et a man that’s willing to be your slave.”
His words were suggestive and his voice was thick and masculine. Sharon felt the rise of the heat in the center of her body. “I doubt it.” She said hurriedly.
“Don’t you want children?”
“Yes I do,” Sharon avoided his eyes. The matter of having children had been troubling her over the years. She loved children, but couldn’t decide whether she should have children without a marriage.
“Maybe I will have an artificial insemination one day.” She said carelessly.
“No you won’t!” His solemn look startled her.
“Don’t tell me you have a problem with that? You being a Moso…” she stopped, remembering his reaction in the cave with she mentioned the word ‘fatherless.’
Nobul sighed, “You’re right. I shouldn’t have a problem with children growing up without fathers at all. I guess that’s because I’m a quarter Han, or because I didn’t have an uncle who would play the role of a father. When I was a child I always wished my father would play with me during the days. I wanted him to take me to fishing or to the fields. But he only showed up shortly before my bedtime…”
The sadness and regret in his voice touched her. Sharon looked at Nobul with a tender feeling. The broad strokes of his eyebrows spelt masculinity while his long narrow brown eyes glowed with a softer element. His cheekbones were rounded with kindness while his squared jaw depicted determination. What an interesting combination of features. Sharon felt a strange sensation rise from her lower abdomen as she imagined how it would feel like to touch those mice throbbing under the skin of his upper arm.
“What are you looking at, me or the scenery?” He asked suddenly with that teasing smile.
Instead of denying, Sharon teased him back, “I don’t see the difference between the two. Aren’t you part of the scenery?”
His eyes glittered fiercely, “In that case,” he said and promptly undid the top buttons of his shirt. The smooth brown skin shone in the morning sun.
Sharon felt weak instantly. She inhaled the cool air of the lake to soothe the burning sensation in the middle of her belly.
Then she asked defensively, “How do your lovers feel about it when you flirt with tourists?”
Nobul laughed, “I can’t answer that question.”
“Why not?” Sharon became curious.
“First of all, I don’t have any lover, second, I don’t flirt with any tourist.”
“Then I don’t see how you earned your fist nickname.”
“It has nothing to do with my nickname. They call me Prince because I’m the grandson of the Empress.”
“Then how come Urcher wasn’t called Prince?”
He grinned, “Ok, you got me. Yes, they gave me the nickname for other reasons. And frankly, I don’t deserve it. And I would appreciate it if you won’t call me by that again.”
“Sure, Prince.” Sharon smiled triumphantly.
Nobul shook his head, “Do you always win when you argue with your boyfriend?”
“Unfortunately no.” Sharon said nonchalantly, “because I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“And I can see why.” Nobul nodded.
“You!” Sharon was agitated by
“Maybe you’ll change your mind one day,” he said softly as he gazed intently into her eyes, “after you m e et a man that’s willing to be your slave.”
His words were suggestive and his voice was thick and masculine. Sharon felt the rise of the heat in the center of her body. “I doubt it.” She said hurriedly.
“Don’t you want children?”
“Yes I do,” Sharon avoided his eyes. The matter of having children had been troubling her over the years. She loved children, but couldn’t decide whether she should have children without a marriage.
“Maybe I will have an artificial insemination one day.” She said carelessly.
“No you won’t!” His solemn look startled her.
“Don’t tell me you have a problem with that? You being a Moso…” she stopped, remembering his reaction in the cave with she mentioned the word ‘fatherless.’
Nobul sighed, “You’re right. I shouldn’t have a problem with children growing up without fathers at all. I guess that’s because I’m a quarter Han, or because I didn’t have an uncle who would play the role of a father. When I was a child I always wished my father would play with me during the days. I wanted him to take me to fishing or to the fields. But he only showed up shortly before my bedtime…”
The sadness and regret in his voice touched her. Sharon looked at Nobul with a tender feeling. The broad strokes of his eyebrows spelt masculinity while his long narrow brown eyes glowed with a softer element. His cheekbones were rounded with kindness while his squared jaw depicted determination. What an interesting combination of features. Sharon felt a strange sensation rise from her lower abdomen as she imagined how it would feel like to touch those mice throbbing under the skin of his upper arm.
“What are you looking at, me or the scenery?” He asked suddenly with that teasing smile.
Instead of denying, Sharon teased him back, “I don’t see the difference between the two. Aren’t you part of the scenery?”
His eyes glittered fiercely, “In that case,” he said and promptly undid the top buttons of his shirt. The smooth brown skin shone in the morning sun.
Sharon felt weak instantly. She inhaled the cool air of the lake to soothe the burning sensation in the middle of her belly.
Then she asked defensively, “How do your lovers feel about it when you flirt with tourists?”
Nobul laughed, “I can’t answer that question.”
“Why not?” Sharon became curious.
“First of all, I don’t have any lover, second, I don’t flirt with any tourist.”
“Then I don’t see how you earned your fist nickname.”
“It has nothing to do with my nickname. They call me Prince because I’m the grandson of the Empress.”
“Then how come Urcher wasn’t called Prince?”
He grinned, “Ok, you got me. Yes, they gave me the nickname for other reasons. And frankly, I don’t deserve it. And I would appreciate it if you won’t call me by that again.”
“Sure, Prince.” Sharon smiled triumphantly.
Nobul shook his head, “Do you always win when you argue with your boyfriend?”
“Unfortunately no.” Sharon said nonchalantly, “because I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“And I can see why.” Nobul nodded.
“You!” Sharon was agitated by
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