On Sunday, they gathered the sheets, packed up their suitcases and headed back to the city.
It will be difficult to integrate this idyll into real life, Caroline thought as they pulled into her driveway, but of course, one can’t just escape forever.
The temperature had risen to a balmy forty-four degrees. Not warm, to be sure, but warm enough for their winter outerwear actually to succeed in its intended task. Caroline slithered out of the truck and headed around to the back to collect her suitcase, but Victor beat her to it.
“A gentleman always carries a lady’s bag,” he told her as he lifted in one hand.
The thickness of his bicep did amazing things to her lady bits. And so do his abs… and his narrow waist. Face it, girl, everything about Victor turns you on. But most of all, his wond
