closing her eyes , maria told herself to ignore the feel of his lips against hers . never my sweet , sweet , perfect emma . it bounced up into the air , glided a little further , and touched down again . i tried to laugh off the nerves , but nothing came out . i remember how sweaty my palms were . `` a wife must worry after her husband 's health ... . `` `` does that mean satisfying his every need ? '' 