As they drew closer, they both felt desperate, but Ruby vowed not to touch her just yet. First, he would bare his soul.
Ruby led Erica deep into the forests & brought several instruments for her to play.
He watched her, longing to ravage her, barely able to control himself.
Whenever she caught him staring, she trembled with pleasure.
Ruby knew quickly that Erica was the only woman he could love. She spoke the language of passion, the only one that was real to him.
The two were addicted to each other, and made music together every day.
Since Ruby could not succumb to his desire yet, he often dropped to his knees to show his surrender.
Erica could barely breathe without tasting Ruby. Every moment, she imagined making love to him.
She sang by the waterfall every morning, eager to lure him to her.
She could hardly stand being a few feet away from him.
She got as close to him as he would let her.
No matter how she climbed on him, he would not put his hands on her.
Erica tried to tempt him.
She tried to lure him to kiss her.
Ruby burned inside, but kept his hands firmly on the guitar.
He serenaded her all day, but never spent the night with her.
Even when Erica visited the House of Love, Ruby did not bite.
She could not understand why he refused her when he seemed just as tortured as she.
To express his commitment, Ruby brought Erica to the Valentine palace. As she climbed around, Ruby admired her rawness and lack of social graces.
One morning, Olivia and Magda were playing chess.