She felt awkward when he left, sure it would be the last time she saw him. “Where do you live?” he wanted to know. xxx18 He wanted to move his hand to the more interesting terrain of her front, but he was oddly content just to hold her like this while he taught her more about the art of kissing with infinite patience. So much for her brilliant theory. froth, he decided as he traced the edge of the material. “What are you doing?” a voice suddenly said, disturbing her. He forced himself to leave after another half hour. “I hope not. She had sat there for hours and hours on the most uncomfortable stool ever, drinking glass after glass of whiskey because she didn’t know what else to order and was too shy to




















