Darren sat beside me, his leg brushing against mine, sending a flurry of butterflies erupting into flight inside my belly. His hand lowered, and once more, he tugged on the blankets before expelling air from his lungs. He didn't rip them out of my hands, choosing to lean over me to retrieve the cup and wine.
He poured the wine into the pewter goblet as my body trembled, knowing that I wasn't escaping tonight. It wasn't that I feared s*x with Darren; it was that he'd discover the truth and turn something that should be beautiful, ugly. He offered me the wine, and I reached to grab the cup as he pulled the covers away from my body, smiling in victory. My lips touched the goblet, and his eyes slid down my naked body with a hunger that consumed my thoughts. I'd wanted him, and this. He'd been
