He knew he should leave her, untouched and intact, here in her hotel room. He was a villain not to go. When she walked up to him and put her arms around him and began kissing him with all of the passion he’d always suspected lurked inside her, his resolution faltered. When she whispered, “Please stay with me tonight, Charlie,” he nearly fell over dead. When she ran her fingers through his hair, his hat hit the floor, and when she nipped his earlobe, he was completely lost. “Amy, Amy,” he murmured “This is wrong.” “No, it’s not,” she murmured back. “We’re going to be married.” “But we’re not married yet.” “That’s all right, Charlie. I love you so much.” “I love you, too.” How inadequate those words sounded. And how delicious was the notion of spending the night with Amy n this cozy hotel room. He knew it was wrong. He knew he was violating one of his own firm principles of proper behavior. But he couldn’t seem to stop himself from continuing. The sweet, elusive fragrance of Amy’s perfume floated like an invisible cloud around him, and the feel of her hands on his body enchanted him, and her lips were like heaven, and the lure of her body was more than any mortal man could resist.
