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le on his chin that she could imagine it tickling her palm if she caressed it. Her over active brain also wonder ed what he thought of her. Did he think she was crazy or that she did things like this often?
    After she finished her pie she put the plate back onto the tray and leaned back. She wasn’t tired, but definitely full. Adam had finished his pie and had moved on to the cookies and milk. She picked up her glass of milk and took a drink. It was very cold and it felt almost froze n as it moved down her esophagus . She s hivered from the temperature change, and then sat the milk down on the end table by the bed. Adam looked over at her and the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward . He burst into laughter.
    “What?” she asked as he continued to laugh. He sat there for a moment longer, as if he were burning an image into his brain, but didn’t respond.
    “What?” She demanded a second time.
    “You . Y ou’ve got milk— ” He pointed to his own upper lip. She asked for a napkin, but he picked one up and walked toward her continuing to laugh the entire time.  The pleasant sound echoed through the room like a bell from a church steeple. She definitely enjoyed the sound of his laughter . Adam sat down next to her and began to dab the milk away from her lip as if she were a small child incapable of such a task.
    “I think I can do it myself,” she told him as she reached for the hand that was holding the napkin. Eve placed her hand on the outside of hi s as he moved it back to her face. With her other hand, she took the napkin from him and turned it so that his palm cupped her cheek. The hair on his face did tickle her palm.
    A tingling sensation ran through her body that she hadn’t felt in a long time. A deep need wen t through her hands a nd arms all the way to her core . She closed her eyes for just a moment as she continued to press her cheek against his hand. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her diligently. He didn’t seem angry or even uncomfortable instead he looked like he was studying her reaction to his touch. 
    S he let his hand drop from hers. What am I doing ? He didn’t want me earlier.
    His lips parted and before she could stop herself, Eve kissed him.
    The taste of him filled her senses and she wanted more. Eve thrust her hand into his hair and held on. Adam placed one hand arou nd her neck and brought her closer to him.
    Adam’s lips moved against hers and the fire inside her ignited beyond control. Adam growled as he continued to kiss her and it sent her over the edge. It had been too long since she had been with a man and she needed to be sated.
    Eve tugged at his hair and moved to sit with her legs bent beneath her. Adam sat with one hand around her neck and the other on her knee, but it wasn’t enough for her. She needed him to touch her. Touch her as if she mattered.
    Eve grasped the hand he had on her knee and pushed it further up her thigh. If he would only touch her there, she would feel like a woman again.
    Adam pulled back and she felt the moment fizzle out.
    “Eve, you don’t really want to do this. ”
    Eve released her grip from his hair and scooted back on the bed. He’s the one that obviously didn’t want to.
    “I’m so sorry,” she said. Even she knew her voice was barely audible, but it didn’t matter. He had stopped.
    “Don’t be sorr y, Eve. That’s not what I meant.” Adam tried to reach for her, but Eve scooted back further.
    Eve tried to think of something to say, but she couldn’t think of anything else so she now faced the most awkward moment of silence she could have ever imagined.
    Adam remained seated on the edge of the bed and held his hand out for her. “Eve. Please.” His tone sounded more like a demand than a request and she didn’t like it.
    “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.” She looked around the room frantically. She wanted her clothes, dirty or not. So what if she had to sleep in the hall?
    “Please s top telling me that you’re