"By hungry, I was referring to actual food."
Everly chuckled a little, in an attempt to hide her true feelings from him.
Her whole body had shivered when he whispered in her ear earlier. How he touched her when he said it, hadn't helped matters too.
They did say after all, that touch had a memory.
And his touch had definitely taken her back to the extraordinary lovemaking that they had experienced on that very same table, on his birthday- not so long ago.
"Oh!" Michael seemed to realize his slip up.
"You see what you're doing to me?" He accused in a husky tone.
"I'm sorry," Everly giggled.
"Does that mean you're going to stop now?" Michael looked down to see her face.
"I'd be lying if I said I would," she grinned. "Shall we?" She gestured at the dinner table.
"Yes," he sigh
