Luckily Matt was there to guide her into the elevator and back up to his apartment. She had a feeling that it was mostly Matt’s kisses that had her head whirling. And the things he’d said. The things they’d shared. This was freaky deaky. He made a whole bunch of weird feelings twist up inside her. Attraction. Affection. Lust. Gratitude. In his living room, she collapsed onto the couch, the towel wrapped around her. “Good thing it’s leather,” she mumbled. “Yeah. You okay, Honey?” “Oh yeah. Just nice and relaxed.” “You want to change before we eat?” “I don’t think I can move.” She was sitting there in a wet bathing suit and damp towel, but she was so warm and lethargic she really didn’t care. “Fine by me,” he said. “I like that suit a lot.” She smiled, head resting on the cushioned back of the couch. Matt disappeared and returned wearing a T-shirt over his board shorts. He brought her another glass of wine, this time in a real glass, and another beer for himself, along with a container and two forks.
