Chapter Ten
The dusky light of the dying day mingled with the light of glowing candles in the shadowy apartment. They were sweating, clinging to each other, their body heat had raised the temperature in the room to stifling hot. Warm and wet and needing a breath of fresh air, Dale opened the door to the rooftop porch. With Christina following close behind him, they stepped into the darkness of the evening outside, the breeze cooling their naked bodies. She laid her head against his chest, letting his arm caress her arm, her side and her tingling thighs—tingling because they weren’t finished making love, just taking a break.
“The candles were a nice touch,” Dale murmured as she looked back to the lustrous room behind them. There’d been the smell of fresh flowers from scented incense, the
