I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.
His touch was like a bard's on his instrument, and it awakened a deep and mysterious music in my body.
If she were here I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her. I would hold her so close she'd beg me to let her breathe. I'd kiss her so hard she'd plead for mercy. I'd unfasten her clothing and lie with her onthat hard bed, and what was between us w...
