Peter entered the kitchen with his briefcase and duffle bag in hand. He set them down next to the door then turned and took the travel mug from Alex. He stared into her big, green eyes. The depth of her gaze frightened him, especially lately. He was sure every time she looked at him, she could see right into his soul, and see the truth - he loved her.
"Take care of yourself," she said as she stretched onto her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
The second her lips touched his flesh, a wave of shock rolled through his body, causing his fingers and toes to tingle. He wondered if she had a clue how sexy she was with her bedhead curls dangling over her pale face, as she stood in his kitchen in her light blue, moon-covered flannel pajamas.