she had changed from the outfit she was wearing that morning , and this time her dress was of watered silk . but then he grabbed her hands , pulling them back against his chest . it was the way he looked at her , the way he wanted her , the way he needed her , that had her spreading her knees apart so she could take him in farther . the hall and all the sounds and people in it faded into the mist , and he saw only her . i asked , my voice dry and hoarse . 