As he pushed the chair aside, slightly leaning to her right side, he registered that sweet familiar note of lavender. He got so lost in those old memories that for a moment he forgot what reality was.
His body was no more in his control and complete insanity had prevailed his mind. Dictated by his desires, he slowly lifted his hand from the chair and rested it on her waist, while his other arm still stayed supporting her back.
He inched closer, leaving nothing but a distance of their breaths in between them. She could sense his breath turning all haggard and her own heart was running all erratic. The closeness was so absolute that they could feel the heat emanating from each other's body.
When she had kissed him at the airport, he had somehow resisted himself. But right now he wasn't. His thumb slowly glided across the bare skin of her waist as his hand inched under her top.
