She Was Falling Apart

When she indicated she needed to clean up, Chris ran a critical hand over his jaw, said he could use a shower and shaved himself, and advised her not to rush. He stated, "We have all the time in the world. We'll start with an appetizer and a glass of wine while watching the moon rise, then eat dinner whenever the whim strikes.”

So she took a long bath and shampooed her hair to remove the salt from her hair. She toweled herself dry, massaged lotion into her skin, spritzed a little cologne behind her knees and slipped on the silk caftan, grateful she'd had the foresight to smuggle in aboard. He'd claimed he loved her, but she thought he'd said it unwillingly, and she didn't hold out much hope that he'd feel the same way in the morning. If that was the case, and if this was to be their final night together, she wanted it to be one neither of them would forget.

They didn't, either, but not for the reasons she had assumed. She knew their intentions had changed th