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muscles, the hardness of his chest, and the softness of his skin. Drunk with desire, Petra pulled on his shirt until she could trace his waist and the muscles of his back with her fingers. His skin was warm and surprisingly silky, and the contact threw her into a spin. Her breath came out as a whimper.
    Her moan of pleasure seemed to spark Sam’s fire. “I want you so bad,” he whispered. “Did you put a spell on me? What are you doing to me? I can’t get enough of you.”
    The phone rang. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sam exclaimed, his mouth buried in the crook of her neck. The ringing continued, relentless in its urgency, ironically mirroring their desire for each other at that moment. With a giant sigh of frustration, Sam stood up and went to pick up the phone he had left in the kitchen. Petra felt oddly bereft. With Sam’s body no longer pressing upon hers, his lips traveling along her neck and face, there was a hole where earlier there was fullness. It took her a few seconds to recover as she remained motionless, reclined on his couch, unconsciously willing him back to her. The spell broke.
    She pulled herself together and sat up, smoothing her clothes back into place, breathing a little easier. Sam had moved to the bedroom with the phone. She could hear parts of the conversation, a word here and there. She thought she heard her ex-husband’s name, but she could have imagined it since her ears were still ringing from Sam’s sweet ministrations.
    A few minutes later, Sam returned to the living room, hair disheveled—had she done that?—shirt half hanging out of his pants—she did do that—running his long fingers through his thick hair. “Sorry about that,” he said. “Work.”
    So gorgeous. She shivered. It would be so easy for her to lose control again. As it was, she saw her opportunity to run from a very dangerous situation. Leaping off the couch, she grabbed her purse lying on the coffee table nearby and scanned the room for her coat.
    “You aren’t leaving, are you?” He looked disappointed.
    “I have to go,” she said in a throaty voice, finding her coat in a nearby chair. “I have to get up early tomorrow morning.” Remembering she had no ride home, her heart leapt in panic again. Sam would have to drive her home. Another twenty minutes in a closed space alone with him. Was the universe plotting against her? “Could you take me home, please?”
    As by mutual agreement, they did not talk about what had just happened in Sam’s living room. If it was not brought up, maybe it would go away, they both thought for different reasons—Sam not used to needing someone that bad, Petra not ready to trust her heart again. The drive to the outskirts of Seattle was a silent one, only broken by the strings of a violin playing on the radio. The music, ardent and poignant, seemed to reflect what she was feeling at that moment. There was a war raging within her. Her heart was so full, she was afraid it was going to spill over, but her mind was fighting it with all its might.
    The drive to her house seemed a lot longer than usual, and once the car pulled into the long driveway, they both sat in silence, the car idling, the music still playing. Sam’s hands were tight around the steering wheel as if he was afraid to let go; if he reached for her, if he touched her, Petra was not one-hundred percent sure she would be able to keep herself under control. Petra kept her eyes securely on her lap, afraid she would jump into Sam’s arms again if their eyes locked.
    Sam made the first move. “Sorry, Petra, for having lost control back there,” he said, hands still firmly on the wheel. He inhaled deeply and then slowly released his breath, his head shaking slightly. “No, that’s not true,” he blurted out, half turning to her. “I’m not sorry at all. I wanted to do it and I still do. You can’t deny that there’s something here, something that pulls us together…” There was a question in his