He realized that she had been speaking. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’m afraid my mind wandered for a moment. What did you say?”
She laughed “It wasn’t important. Where did it wander to?”
He met her languid, limpid eyes. Honesty was so often effective. With her knee still resting lightly against his leg, he judged that they were at the right stage. “I was imagining making love with you,” he said softly, and waited for her reaction.
She did not appear in the least bit surprised, or at all disconcerted. “Why settle for imagining?” she asked, and covered his hand, which was resting on the table, with her own. Under her fingers, his hand bloomed with sensation so intense it was almost like pain. “I’m ready to go,” she murmured.
“My apartment is only a few blocks from here,” he said, with
