Lindsay had nothing to compare it with, but she knew intuitively that what was happening between them was unique, that she would capture this sort of wildly sensuous responsiveness and wanton abandonment with no other man. As dawn approached, Lindsay could read the sadness in Mark’s eyes, knew that it was reflected in her own, but they had talked for hours and eventually she had been able to make him see that it was too soon for unwilling compromises. They had come together for an explosive moment in time and now they needed time apart to sort things out. They each had to find their own way back into each other’s arms. “You know that once you leave, it will be that much harder for you to come back,” Mark said as he sat propped up in bed and watched her pack the few things she had brought with her for what had been meant to be nothing more than a brief business trip, but had turned into an unbelievably romantic, once-in-a-lifetime experience. “Not if it’s right,” she countered.
