Mike sneaked one last nervous peek at the motionless Tom, whose heart seemed to shake his whole body. At last, letting out his breath a little ruefully, the guest gave a slow headshake. “All right,” he shrugged with a crooked grin. “I guess you’re twisting my arm.”
Then suddenly came the moment that Tom had both dreaded and somehow longed for all at the same time, confusedly. Even had his wide eyes instead been closed, the mere sound would have told him exactly what was happening. There was something about the way the adulterous pair’s weight shifted and moved in the bed, the way Samantha murmured half-heard words invitingly. He heard the mattress springs creak ever so slightly, in a pattern that made goose pimples suddenly stand out all over his arms. Tom’s breath sucked in sharply.
Som
