Only a fine line existed between insanity and bravery. Leslie twisted her fingers together to still their trembling. “Les, what are you saying? You don’t want to sleep alone?” His voice throbbed. Her stomach ached, but she refused to let that stop her. Her need for him eclipsed her sense of right and wrong. Something in him spoke to her on the deepest level and felt so right. “I mean, I want to sleep here, with you.” With jittery fingers, she brushed the bare, heated skin of his chest. He captured her wrist. “Sleep?” “Or whatever we decide to do.” What if he turned her down? How would she face him in the light of day? Maybe she didn’t appeal to him. “What about your boyfriend?” No, I won’t think of him. Shame pressed in on her chest. “I’m not married to him.” I don’t love him. Scott stroked her sensitive palm with his thumb, his skin incredibly stimulating. “But you have a commitment. How long have you been dating?” Tears burned her eyes. She jerked away.
