SHANE
The soft clink of cutlery against china plates filled the room, the only sound breaking the silence between us.
My eyes were locked on her, watching the way she moved, the way she smiled, the way her dress clung to her curves. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the way her gaze lingered on my lips, and the revealing dress. She knew exactly what she was doing, of course. Cathy always did. And I wanted her so much too. But she had insisted we have dinner first.
Cathy leaned back in her chair now, her lips curling into a sly smile as she watched me across the table. It was obvious she had missed me as much as I had missed her.
The candlelight flickered, casting shadows that danced across her delicate features.
When I arrived, she greeted me with a kiss that left me breathles
