The two became completely absorbed in each other's kisses, their minds, hearts, bodies, and souls perfectly aligned with their shared desires and passion. They longed to rediscover the connection they once had—or to determine if it had been real and genuine, rather than just a fleeting moment of lust fueled by a drunken night.
Greg's arms tightened around Cammy's waist as he gently lifted her onto the dining table. She didn't resist, instead shifting back slightly until she found a comfortable position.
Her hands traced over the fabric of his shirt, hesitating at its hem before summoning the courage to lift it. But as she began to pull it up, Greg's hands stopped her. Breaking their kiss, he pulled away, and she opened her eyes, meeting his dreamy blue gaze, silently waiting for the words he was about to say.
"Cammy, I want this—more than anything—but I need you to be certain it's what you want too," Greg said softly. "I can't handle waking up and finding you gone again."
