At that moment, it was just the two of them on that floor—no one to disturb, nothing to interrupt, just the quiet intimacy they had all to themselves.
Broderick Ackerley’s fingers, long and smooth like polished jade, slid gently through her hair, sending a strange tingling sensation over Leslie Green’s scalp. When his hand traced down her cheek and brushed lightly against her lips before his kiss landed again, her breath caught for a second.
…
Afterwards, they lay in each other’s arms in comfortable silence. Leslie was absentmindedly playing with Broderick’s fingers.
“So, you basically just went along with it all?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “It took me seven years to get here. Leslie, I’ve been into you since way back, seven years ago.”
She blinked, clearly shocked,
