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Ruby was sitting in the srab erator Her eyes ht flush crept up her neck and into her cheeks

"Ruby Pippa," I said in greeting

"Hi, Mr Stella," Pippa replied, brightly Too brightly Had Ruby been si back up with a secret little sue and I sucked in a sharp breath, reave ht Her mouth had tasted like the lemon candy she’d sucked on the drive froerator door handle

"Adjusting to the ti over "

Pippa stared studiously at her plate of leftovers as Ruby’s gaze held led to inhale evenly Back here, in everyday life, the reality of us--that there was an Us-- With her so close all day long, would I be able to focus on any of the work in front of ?

If I considered her features one at a time maybe she would overwhelm me less Her eyes were too intense; they communicated to me that she was just as desperate to be alone as I was Her tongue slipped out, dained taking her todown the slope of that throat as I unbuttoned each of the tiny pearls lining the front of her--

"Ufully as she tilted her head toward my handwhich was still wrapped around the handle to the refrigerator door I’d pulled open Cold air filtered into the roo intoto retrieve my salad I reached for a fork from the drawer and hurried back to my office

As I suspected, I could barely focus, and knew I needed to find a way to calhts This uncertainty wasn’t likeI needed to knohat our schedule would be: Would she stay over at night? Hoould we be able to take things slowly physicallyor was it already too late for that? Did I even want to any we’d done felt infinitely ht I knew that being with Ruby in that ould mean more to me than a simple next step in our physical relationship

Did I want that? And when I did have sex with her, would I be able to e around my heart, in the event I wasn’t what she needed me to be down the road?

I’d assumed Portia was the love of my life, but from the first moment Ruby had stretched and kissed

My phone buzzed ondinner at ht? And before you answer that, remember I have a roommate and a small bed and am the worst cook in the history of bad cooks PS: stop thinking

Laughing, I replied, In that case, there is no other option but for you to coe bed, and ahtly; perhaps I will order takeaway)