#Chapter77

Whoever it is doesn’t turn on the kitchen lights either, but goes to the refrigerator, rummages around the cupboards making all sorts of clinking sounds, and heads down to the wine cellar. I can identify every movement by the noises they are making over the loud pounding of my heart and the blood rushing in my ears.

We stay stonelike, and still, my heart is beating erratically at being held like this, and I can hear Dane’s isn’t doing much better. Both his pulse and his breathing are rapidly increasing in time with mine. His hold on me tightens. He shifts a little to move his groin away from...