The Banquet
Remy tied his black tie and took a deep breath. It had been an interesting afternoon. They’d driven back to the hotel and Tara followed him to his room. They turned on the TV and snuggled up on the couch like they’d been dating for months when in reality they hadn’t even talked about what this relationship was or if it was going anywhere.
Of course, sitting on the couch with Tara leaning into him, he hadn’t thought about that at all. All he thought about was how good it felt to have his arm wrapped around her as the heat of her body chased away the chill of a Montana April.
He kissed the top of her head and rested his cheek against her hair.
“Are you paying any attention to the TV?” she asked.
“No, you can change the channel if you want.”
Instead she’d looked up and kisse
