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His eyes had the look of an approaching storm on a dark night. “This past week has taught me what it feels like to be a starving man, one who is only allowed to look at a feast and never allowed to eat it. Oh, Sheri, I need you so badly.”

She opened her arms to him, and he gripped her like a man clinging to life. “Come over here and sit down here with me,” she said, taking his hand. Sheri didn’t intend to rush through what she needed so badly from him. “Let’s have some of this rosé…” She handed him the bottle and a corkscrew.

“It’s a good wine. I thought you were planning to bring it back home with you.”

“I bought it for us.” She took two wineglasses from the mini bar.

He filled them and patted the seat beside him on the sofa. “To the woman who is quickly becoming my world,” he said. He sipped the wine and let the lush liquid slide down his throat.

He gazed steadily into her eyes, and Sheri realized that although the two of them knew they would make love, they didn’t know how to start. He’d promised to keep his distance, and she had pledged not to tease or provoke him into lovemaking. She drained her glass and put it aside.

“Uh…aren’t you going to kiss me?” she asked him.

“Sheri, love, if I have to kiss you and leave, I’d rather go right now.”

She leaned back against the sofa and removed her jewelry and the two-inch dangling earrings.

“Sheri, for heaven’s sake. I’m human.”

“I’m doing my best to show you that I know that.”