CHAPTER 21

We had fun. We went sightseeing. Watched a movie, holding hands. We left early because I was not enjoying it. So we went to an art gallery. It was fun. We laughed and smiled.

But as the darkness seeped and sun escaped, the tension between us was so thick. His touches started to have another meaning. We were circling each other. Our laughter and smiling stopped and we walked side by side, without saying much. Every touch was firing up my nerve endings.

His fingers were drawing circles on the back of my hand. Robbie took me to dinner after shopping. The food, as delicious as it was, could not make me forget the man in front of me. A fine specimen of a male which made my insides a mush. He was so hot I was afraid I would combust. His broad chest, thick arms that could squeeze me to death, always handled me with so much care when he was not a beast...I licked my lips to wet them.