The Love of A Stranger
Anna Jeffrey

Excerpt

A Connection

“You’re not alone, Alex. Don’t ever think you are.”

She let herself smile at that. She had always been alone, in every fight she had ever waged. At this moment, she couldn’t find it in herself to worry about it because she could see his lips parted and she knew he was going to kiss her.

She could describe his mouth on hers only as delicious. He tasted of mayonnaise and fresh bread and ham. And goodness, something she had never tasted on a man’s lips. He didn’t push, didn’t press, just gently molded her mouth to his and easily played with her tongue. She felt his hands move to cradle her face and he lifted his lips from hers. “I’m in so much trouble, “ he said gruffly.

“I-I should go,” she said, her voice nearly a squeak.

“Yeah. You’d better.” He released her and slid one hand all the way down her arm to the tip of her little finger.

She walked over to the half wall and retrieved her sunglasses and purse. He followed her to the front door. Part of her didn’t want to leave him, so she stopped before leaving. “What does this mean, what we just did?”

“You don’t know?”

“I’m not very experienced at this. I don’t mind telling you, you scare me.”