Fourteen pages of lust. Yep, a fourteen page love scene. And now the fun begins.
Oh, she is so happy. She is dressing with care, eager to see her lover in the morning light, to feel his kiss and here those words all women want to hear: "take my credit card, spend what you like, there is no limit"
Oops, that's not what I meant. She can't wait to hear him tell her how much he loves her. He will take her in his arms and pledge to love her forever and ask her to marry him.
He, on the other hand, is very unhappy. He has slept with the cousin of his one true love. The woman is vulnerable, and like a cad, he took her to bed. He can't even blame it on drink. So what that it was the most magnificent sex he'd ever experienced, he violated the code of ethics he lives by and now has to question his own behavior, something he doesn't want to do.
He will tell her flat out he doesn't love her. I'm not sure if he will offer to marry her or not. I don't think he will. Or maybe he will and she will refuse. A good slap in the face might be in order and not one of those sissy ones. She's gonna wallop him.
Whatever happens, it has to be explosive. As beautiful and breathless as the lovemaking is, the consequences have to be proportionally dire. From the heights of Mt. Everest to the depths of the sea, the emotions have to move in dynamic waves.