He leans his head down and keeps kissing my hair, my forehead, my cheek. I smile up at him and his eyes are shining brighter than they have yet. He takes my breath away. We end up in front of my door. He leans down, runs his tongue lightly over my bottom lip and groans. “I don’t want to let you go,” he whispers.I can’t even speak. My heart feels like an old-fashioned alarm clock with the bells ringing so hard that it falls right off the table. He presses me against the door, coming in for more, when we hear a loud click. The door opens and we nearly fall inside. Charlie is standing there, and she has the decency to not act too shocked at our disheveled state. “I thought I heard knocking,” she says. When we just stare at her, she closes the door.Awkward.Ian and I look at each other and if I didn’t feel so good, I’d want to crawl in a hole right about now.“Thank you for a wonderful night,” Ian says, kissing my hand. He leans in and whispers, “You taste even better than I imagined.”I know I’m so flushed, I’m purple, but I can’t help it.
