Ember opened the door and was struck by the gorgeous sight of Slide.
Her Slide.
He was wearing a charcoal gray suit with a baby blue dress shirt, loose at the collar and revealing some of his speckled chest hairs.
“Evening, my darling,” he said.
Slide was smirking and holding a vase full of flame-red roses, looking like more than a dozen.
It was then and there that Ember knew the definition of swooning. She threw herself into his arms, almost knocking the entire vase full of flowers to the floor.
Ember kissed him like she had been at sea for a thousand days. It was like kissing him for the first time, but the recollection of their entanglements made it all the easier. She lifted her leg to his waist, and he wrapped a strong hand around her thigh and traced it up to the curve of her b
