I guess those heaps of energy ran out.I turn off the light above Felicity's seat and press the button to push it back a bit further so she'll be more comfortable. She stirs but remains asleep. I drape the fleece blanket over her, Wrapping it around her shoulders. She gives off a sound of contentment like the purring of a cat. It makes me smile, but at the same time I feel a sliver of anxiety as I stare at her sleeping face.Felicity, what am I going to do with you?I've never met a woman who could make me feel so many emotions all at once. Earlier, while she was working, I couldn't help but admire her for working so hard. Her fingers were punching the keyboard like crazy, her eyes boring holes into her screen. It made me feel almost ashamed because it felt like she was working harder than I was. But it also inspired me to keep working hard myself. At the same time, I wanted to wrench her laptop away from her and tell her to stop working so we could continue with the conversation we h

I shouldn't have offered to share my umbrella with Shawn.It was a bad idea, a recipe for disaster. My umbrella is designed for one person, not two, and Shawn is a big guy, so right now my shoulder is getting wet from the rain, which means it's getting cold, though I'm trying hard not to draw Shawn's attention to it.Also, Shawn's taller than I am, more so since I'm not wearing heels, so he's the one holding the umbrella. In one way, that's good: I think my arm would fall off if I was the one carrying it. The problem is that every time the breeze blows, drops of rain land on my cheeks. Thank goodness the rain isn't that hard — a gentle shower rather than a downpour — or I'd be completely soaked from head to foot by now. But that's not why I think I made a bad decision.Shawn wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to him.His hand rests beneath my armpit, close to my breast. "You're getting wet."I pull my arm tighter towards my chest so it doesn't bump against his firm stomach in

"That was lovely," I tell Shawn after dinner as I dab my moist lips with the table napkin. It may not have been a four-course meal at a fancy restaurant, just a hearty main course — a flavorful pork stew - and a simple dessert — the best apple strudel I've ever tasted — at a cozy little place by the side of the road, but it was just as satisfying."I know," Shawn agrees. "I can't believe I've never eaten here before.""I can." I reach for my glass of wine. "Don't you usually eat in restaurants where they have at least four sets of utensils?"He leans back in his chair. " Believe it or not, the most expensive meal I've had was a single platter of sushi which I ate with a pair of chopsticks.""And the least expensive?" I ask curiously after taking a sip. Shawn touches his chin as he pauses to think."I bet you've never had a burger and fries from a fast-food chain," I tell him. "Or eaten at your school cafeteria.""I did eat at the school cafeteria, actually. "I lean forward. "Let me g

Has she been thinking of me just as much as I've been thinking of her?I sip my Scotch. "Can't sleep, huh?""Yes," Felicity answers. "Must be the jet lag.""Must be.""I thought I'd be tired enough to be able to sleep, but I guess I'm not. I thought the wine would help, too, but maybe I need something stronger."I glance at the liquid in my glass and then at her. "Want some Scotch?"Her eyebrows arch. Then she waves her hand in front of her. "No, thanks. I...""I've got plenty," I tell her.She shakes her head. "I... I don't drink Scotch."And yet, she's looking at my glass.I lift it to my lips. "You just said you needed something stronger. This might do the trick."Still, Felicity hesitates. Her eyebrows furrow as she taps her fingers on her arm.One more push."You know, if you don't get your beauty sleep it will be a problem for me, too. I need you to be at your best tomorrow."That does it. She lets out a sigh and gives in."Fine. I'll give it a try."I nod. "Come on over and I'l

Shawn's lips press against me. I hold my breath. Then I feel the tip of his tongue on my heated skin. I gasp.He's... licking me?Now I'm even more embarrassed. And not just that. I feel exposed.Vulnerable."Not there," I tell Shawn as I push him away halfheartedly.He meets my gaze. "Why not?""It.. doesn't feel right," I answer.I know I took a shower just minutes ago and I don't have any diseases, but it still feels... dirty. It feels like something I shouldn't be asking any man to do, much less this man.Shawn's eyebrows furrow. "You mean it doesn't feel good?"Did it? I was too nervous to notice."It's not that. It just feels.. " I pause as I struggle to find the right word, or at least a better word than what I'm thinking."Dirty?" Shawn plucks it out of my mind.I look at him in surprise. How did he know?He grins in amusement and I feel even more confused. Is he making fun of me?Then he takes my hand. After he kisses my palm reverently, he looks into my eyes, his gaze tender