
He brushed her hand with his. Just a touch. But the softness of her palm was matched by something else—heat. She looked at him, eyes darker now, and slowly let her fingers slide down his. It didn’t feel like age. It felt like need.
He brushed her hand with his. Just a touch. But the softness of her palm was matched by something else—heat. She looked at him, eyes darker now, and slowly let her fingers slide down his. It didn’t feel like age. It felt like need.