“Wendy, are you sure?”
Good question, but one she didn’t care to
address just now. It felt too good to be in Donny’s arms. She so missed being
held like this. She didn’t want to think. She only wanted to feel.
Instead of
answering, she kissed him—it was an answer of its own. She pulled off his
jacket and unbuttoned his shirt.
Donny pulled her to him in an endless kiss
and slowly unzipped her dress. With only the city lights coming in from the
windows, he could just make out her form as he slipped it off her shoulders,
allowing it to puddle at their feet. Ever-so-carefully he lowered her to the
bed, caressing and kissing her mindless.
At precisely the same time, however, they
both spoke. Unfortunately, the names they spoke were of two people not
physically present.
