After an evening filled with dancing and singing, Greta and Jimmy retired to her room. It was bathed in moonlight, the lace curtains framing the window, creating delicate shadows on the walls and floor. Greta went to draw the shade at the window, but Jimmy stopped her. “Leave it, I want to see you in the light.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Are you really all right?”
“Yes, mein Schatz. I feel better than ever.” She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to his. Jimmy held her possessively. His mouth claimed hers, their lips parting, tasting, and savoring each other. His hands trailed up and down her arms, moving his wicked fingers to the front of her dress, unbuttoning the top button, then the second and third. Their lips never left each other. She placed her hand on his and whisp
