It didn't surprise him at all.
Just by stepping into her house, just by sitting close and listening, he had shattered the two long years of numbness inside her like they had never existed. In the space of one introduction and her seeing him, her body had remembered exactly what it meant to burn — feeling lust for any person after so long, wet, and utterly alive.
For the first time she'd wanted someone to push her on the wall immediately after closing that door and fuck her!
Unfortunately, it had been her baby's boyfriend... but that bridge had just been burnt wasn't it?
Eros pulled back from the kiss with slow, deliberate care. He let his forehead rest against hers for one heartbeat, then two, before he eased away. A small, knowing smile curved his lips as he stood and returned to the armchair across from her, putting the coffee table between them once more.
She stayed on the couch, lips still parted and glistening with their shared spit, chest heaving violently.
