How long is some time? Fifteen years, you said?" "Oh, a good deal longer than that. Isobel-" He stopped abruptly, the smile vanishing. He hadn't mentioned his dead wife before. "You never saw her naked?" I asked, with more than idle curiosity. He turned his face away a little, eyes cast down. "Ah … no. It wasn't … She did not … No." He cleared his throat, then raised his eyes, looking into mine with an honesty raw enough to make me want to look away. "I am naked to you," he said simply, and drew back the sheet.
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ The Fiery Cross, A Breath of ]
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