*Jay*
I row in silence for several minutes, absorbing the quietness that I’ve never really noticed before. I watch as she glances around, wondering if I’ve revealed too much, curious as to what she might be thinking.
She suddenly closes her parasol and sets it in the bottom of the boat. Then very slowly, inch by inch, she begins to peel off her right glove, revealing skin that up until that moment I’ve only been able to imagine. My body tightens as though she’s loosened the buttons on her bodice. She tugs on one finger, then the next, and the next, and with each tug my mouth grows remarkably drier.
At long last the glove is completely removed, exposing a hand as creamy and smooth as her face, her nails clipped short and well manicured. Hers is the hand of a true she-wolf of quality, one
