Stalking the Phoenix
Page 22
by Karen Woods
“I’m sorry,” I said in embarrassment.
He smiled at me tenderly. “It’s okay. I’m glad that you trust me enough to cry on my shoulder.”
“I trust you with my life,” I told him.
His eyes darkened slightly. I knew that he was going to kiss me. The kiss started gently, tenderly, and stayed that way for all of a split second. There it was again, that need, that desire, which threatened to swamp me. He broke off the kiss and looked at me.
“Am I going to have to marry you to keep you safe?” Phil teased.
I laughed in spite of myself. “You think that would do it?”
– THE END –
Author Karen Woods lives quietly in West Central Illinois.