Chapter 73

  I could forget it ever happened if my brain would stop turning it over and over in my mind. I can still feel his mouth on mine, the taste of him, the way his tongue slid against mine, urging my body to tingle and sizzle. I can’t shake it.

  The feel of his strong body caging me in, pressing down on me …

  Stop it!

  I shiver and reach for the throw on the couch, wrapping myself in it; I stand by the window, looking out over dark Chicago, trying to distract myself. The rough, down-trodden area looks worse by moonlight, and I’m counting the hours until I get out of here. It’s a distraction anyway, something I so need right now, instead of obsessing over the highly erotic episode a few minutes ago. My skin is still tingling from head to toe.