Okay, it wasn’t a relationship, not really, but it was certainly more than casual. It implied a desire to have s*x with her.
Desire.
Desire was more than the lust that drove the one-night stand, at least, that’s what she’d always thought. She was very much aware she could be totally wrong. What she knew about things had been culled from romance novels, not life experience. She stared at her face, but all she saw was what she always saw. Eyes, nose, mouth, skin, a hank of hair. And yet….
There was a new awareness of herself as a woman. It wasn’t anything that could be seen. It was definitely happening on the cellular level, a sort of tingling, a zing of awareness, a sense of how her body felt moving beneath her clothes. There was also a wry realization that she wasn’t indifferent to Max,
