my hand lay on top of the blades of grass , and the creatures moved beneath it faster and faster , until their world was all fluttering without a sound that i could hear . his touch was possessive , his kiss tender . i grabbed my clothes off the floor and re-dressed . now , if there was one person i could have chosen to not be the pilot , it would have been him . father ambrose smiled tightly , as if hiding a secret . how about a king who thought himself adorable . milk meant butter and cream and cheese . 