Last night had been wild, amazing and more emotional than she’d planned for. A night that was supposed to be filled with romance and sex had turned out to be something incredible. Closing the door, her mind played back on everything from the moment Trenton arrived at her house with the single red rose, to confessions he’d made about his father, and every bout of sex in between. And after, her body reminded her. After over an hour of just holding each other before the fire he’d carried her upstairs and made love to her. Those were the only words that fit the slow, gentle rhythm he gave her as he laid his body on hers and whispered endearments in her ear until she came. She was glad it had been dark in the room and he couldn’t see the tears that rolled from her eyes as her climaxed. Now she had to put distance between them. Allowing him a chance to awaken and leave without the messy entanglement of telling her it was a nice night, but he had to go. Women always considered it a bad thing for men to sneak out, and in any other circumstances she would agree.
