Slowly, like a drum beginning a set of beats, her heart began to pound.
It wasn't anticipation, she told herself, shutting her eyes really tight as if to escape from witnessing what was about to happen, but as her eyes closed, so did her lips burn with a searing feeling.
That searing feeling was the memory of his mouth, parting her own in a devastatingly smooth movement that made her heart tumble into her stomach.
It skipped a beat and Anne's eyes immediately flashed open.
What was wrong with her?
That kiss had been a necessity, she'd started it to make this night feel less forced and uncomfortable, so why did it feel like...
Why did her heart feel like...
Why did she want to feel it again, his lips against her own?
This thought startled her, but not as much as the shadow of the man hovering over her, his palm rested suddenly against the headboard as he leaned towards her. She shrank back, pressed against the headboard, but there was no escaping him.
