However, the outcome she had anticipated did not come to fruition. He ceased his actions. Just as he had initiated the kiss, he halted abruptly, offering no forewarning or explanation. He gently withdrew his hand from hers and gazed at her flushed countenance.
"Eight hours," he mentioned.
"Pardon?" she inquired, perplexed.
"We have approximately eight hours," he replied.
It was at this point that realization dawned on her. Her jaw dropped, but before she could react, he had already vanished in front of her. At the very least, he had the courtesy to close the door behind him.
Eve reached up to touch her cheeks; they felt warm. A glance in a mirror wasn't necessary to confirm her suspicion that she was blushing. She found herself sinking into a chair, attempting to quell her frazzled nerves. The resonance of his voice reverberated within her, akin to the tolling of a bell. Eight Hours.
