Why was he feeling like it was the hardest thing he had ever done leaving Kate at the dance floor? It had taken a certain, determined effort to untangle his arms from her lushness. Kenny's nose already missed the heady scent which clung to her smooth, dark skin. God, her soft curves had settled nicely in his arms and against the hardness of his body. Kenny wanted to strip her of her beautiful clothes and feel that skin directly.
Kenny shook his head. Perhaps, he had mistakenly drank something stronger than he was used to. It was his ostentatious father's party after all, expensive drinks were plenty. His feelings for his wife could be a bit of tipsiness. Because, he wasn't supposed to like anything about Kate. She was the enemy, he reminded himself as he wove through the crowd towards Susan – to a bout of explanation, he thought wryly.
"What do you think you were doing back there?" was Susan's furiously sharp question when he got to her.
