Chapter 54

She protested, "It will make me sleepy," as he held up the wine glass to her lips. Putting her lips to the edge where he had been only seconds before seemed very personal. She savored a small amount of the superb Chardonnay, allowing it wine to slide down her throat gently, before washing it down with multiple long sips of icy water.

Asking, "Would that be so terrible?"

Her eyes widened slightly as she detected a hint of humor in his voice. It would be incredibly satisfying to touch him, run my fingers down his square jaw, and feel the vertical line that cuts across his cheeks. She yearned to, intensely.

She wanted his touch nearly as much as she desired the sensation of his lips on hers and his hand molding her bust. An ardent prelude leading into an anthem. With the exception that she doubted her readiness for the series finale.

Such irrational ideas posed an enormous threat to her mental stability