I unlock the door to my loft, and Tim follows me inside.
“Wow,” he says after I turn on the lamp next to the door. “This place is awesome! So much space! I love what you’ve done with it.”
“Thank you,” I respond, blushing a little. I don’t have many guests. Okay, I never have guests, so I take my space for granted.
“I liked it from the moment I saw it. I thought it had great potential.”
Leading the way to the kitchen, I place my wallet and keys on the table, and my cell phone on the kitchen counter.
I open the fridge and turn to him. “Water? Wine? Iced tea?”
“Actually,” Tim replies, moving slowly into my personal space and pressing me against the cold shelves, “The only thing I want to taste is you. I didn’t get enough earlier.”
Seeing the urgency in his eyes I state, “I think I can
