It had been a moment, like a pause in time when the air around them had sparked and fizzled with anticipation and need. The smell of baby products in the closed room hadn’t even distracted from the smell of vanilla and lavender he had come to associate and recognize as Jane’s natural personal scent. It had washed over him, intoxicating him, urging him to act.
Christopher looked back on it now and wondered what had held him back. She had been right there. She had looked up at him with pure desire and hunger in her eyes, the very desire he had felt scorching his veins with every beat of his heart. But he had held back. Lord help him, he had held back. Christopher shook his head. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.
He replayed it in his mind again. He hadn’t leaned down and kissed her. He
