"I wanted to know, Sir..." She edged closer to him, just a little bit. "I wanted to know if you had..."
She couldn't. She didn't want to know. But oh, how she burned. How she yearned for him to say no, to turn to look at her, and realise that, in the Capitol garb, with the simple accessories from District Three, that Eponine was every bit as lovely - no, lovelier, than Cosette. She wanted him to want her. She wanted it not to be too late.
There was a blush in her cheeks when she asked, "I wanted to know if you had touched her yet? Mademoiselle Cosette? Have you - oh, have you touched her how a man touches a woman?"
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She couldn't. She didn't want to know. But oh, how she burned. How she yearned for him to say no, to turn to look at her, and realise that, in the Capitol garb, with the simple accessories from District Three, that Eponine was every bit as lovely - no, lovelier, than Cosette. She wanted him to want her. She wanted it not to be too late.
There was a blush in her cheeks when she asked, "I wanted to know if you had touched her yet? Mademoiselle Cosette? Have you - oh, have you touched her how a man touches a woman?"