What is Eve supposed to think, as Grant leads her by the hand through the house. He keeps looking back at her, his eyes shining with some sort of mischievous secret. When they reach the stairs that lead to her room, she really can’t figure out what he needs to show her.
He opens her bedroom door and leads her to the bed as he takes a seat on the end of it. She is standing between his knees, looking down into his eyes and examining his handsome face. Her hand glides through his dark brown hair and slides down to the back of his neck. The tingling heat of his skin is ever present and comforting. She has never felt so naturally comfortable around anyone else like this. What makes their relationship so unique?
His hands hold her at her sides, filling her with an excitement that she has never
