Eileen felt like she must be drunk. Chris was kissing her, and surprisingly, she didn't want to push him away.
The vast starry sky felt like countless twinkling eyes watching them kiss. Her mind blanked out, and she couldn't even remember Brian's face. Chris' kiss was different now; it was intense and aggressive, making it hard for her to breathe. Her senses dulled, strength fading; she lay in his strong arms, letting him have his way.
I must be losing my mind.
Eileen thought hazily. Why didn't she slap him for this serious offense? Why was she feeling drawn into the moment?
Meanwhile, Chris was struck by the intensity of the connection. He had met countless women before, but none had sparked such a strong reaction! Overwhelmed by Eileen's intoxicating fragrance, he could feel himself
