There she stood in the arms of her deceased husband’s best friend about to kiss him. This was wrong on so many levels. She felt his warm breath on her skin and her body urged her to lean forward. Over six years was too long to go without the comforting touch of a man; she craved it. “We shouldn’t.” The words came out softer and with less authority than she had anticipated. “I know.” He agreed but didn’t move away. “Just like I know I shouldn’t do this.” He caressed along her back, drawing her closer to his chest. “Brian.” “You’re beautiful.” He lowered his head until their foreheads were touching. “Please.” She wasn’t sure what she was asking for. For him to please kiss her? Please stop? Nevertheless, the sensation of someone’s arms around her again was like Heaven. He leaned back, his arms still around her but not as snuggly as before. “I apologize. This is a difficult enough time for you, you don’t need this as well.” He let his arms fall away from her and picked up the bags.
