She faints?

Hilda's heart is pounding in her exposed (and quite appealing) chest.

He... he even smells good! Like... leather and old spices.

She wanted to tell him everything. Where she lived, how she admired him, and how she wanted to get busy and freaky with him (in that order), but the words simply wouldn't come.

The hunk of her (dirty) dreams was staring right at her and she still couldn't act.

He's right there! He can see everything! Just say something, or throw yourself at him, or hold him down and ride him like a wild horse! Don't just stand there like an idiot!

But before Hilda can say or do anything, her vision goes dark and she loses consciousness...