"Let's eat here by the fire instead," he suggested, his voice like a soft caress over her skin. "It's comfortable and cozier."
Cozier...Mia's mouth went dry as her mind made up another meaning to that word. In the kitchen, she was finding it hard to concentrate, because her hands were trembling so hard she could hardly ladle the hot soup into bowls. From the corner of her eye, she saw Neil walk over to the home system, where he flipped on a button and spoke to the device to play a song; a moment later, Ed Sheeran's song 'Perfect' filled the room. From all the songs in the world, he'd chosen perfect...
The lyrics swirled around in her brain in the kitchen. She reached for two napkins, put them on the tray of food, and then, with her back to the living room, Mia braced her palms on the counter top and drew a long, steadying breath. She didn't have to be told to know that he was trying to make her relax before... before he'd take her to his bed tonight.
