As Graham continued to think about the powerful affect that Sheree had had on him tonight, he suddenly grew apprehensive. Maybe Teonna was right. Maybe another relationship with Sheree was just too risky for him to try to venture into. Maybe he would be a fool to try to reconcile with a woman who’d let him go so easily. And for what – daddy’s money? Graham had plenty of his own money now. If Sheree had simply waited a little longer, he would have been able to give her everything her heart desired.
Although Graham hated how his ex-father-in-law had treated him, that experience with Allen had given him the extra motivation he needed to work even harder to be successful. Graham never wanted to be financially inept again. Whenever he remarried, his new wife would be well taken care of.
“Remarriage? Yeah, like that’s ever going to happen,” Graham scoffed into the empty car. He had to get completely over Sheree first.
Chapter 6
Sheree said goodnight to Juanita and Harvey – the last of the guests. Afterwards, she stood in the big downstairs picture window watching as
Then a voice from behind her said, “What’s on your mind, baby girl?” It was Horace. The hoary-haired man came towards her and draped an arm across her shoulders. He looked almost exactly like Graham, except for the fact that his eyes were a dark brown and his hair was white.
“Nothing really,” Sheree replied as Horace joined her in watching the burgundy vehicle drive away.
“You’ll have that again one day, too,” Horace said, giving her shoulders a squeeze of encouragement. He’d discerned her true feelings very easily.
Sheree turned and looked up into his dark eyes. “I sure hope so.” Though inwardly she had her doubts. She hadn’t found it again in all these years and now that Graham was engaged to be married to Teonna, Sheree seriously doubted if she would ever find true happiness again. That knowledge saddened her.
Sensing her need for a distraction, Horace changed the subject. “Come on, let me give you a tour of what has changed around here.”
Then he led Sheree to the kitchen where he showed her the new polished brass cabinet door pulls and hinges that Graham installed recently. Those minor replacements seemed to sparkle against the dark oak spice cabinetry.
“Although my son owns that home improvement business, he still won’t let anyone work on this house but him. This house is special to him.” Then Horace pointed to the floor.
It’s special to me, too, Sheree thought as she looked to where he pointed. The previous white tiles had been replaced with a Mediterranean slate ceramic tile that was ideal for moderate traffic. Its warm natural shade complemented the brown kitchen decor to perfection.
Next, Horace led Sheree to the downstairs bathroom. The tile in there had also been replaced. Instead of the old eggshell white, it now sported a vibrant blue tile in semi-matte. Sheree gasped in delight. “Oh, it’s so beautiful. Who thought to do this?”
Horace smiled. “Graham. He put it in during the time when he was experimenting with different colors in some of his properties. He thought his mother would enjoy this one.” Suddenly, Horace’s eyes misted over. “She did. That boy sure loved his mother.” He paused and said more quietly, “I did, too.”
Shaking his head to clear the fog of despair that just descended upon him, Horace ran a weathered hand across his grief-filled eyes. He didn’t know what he was going do without his wife. He missed Betty already.
Sympathetic to his pain, Sheree reached for Horace’s free hand and together they walked back into the white, blue, and gray themed living room. Her eyes went upwards and she realized that Graham had also replaced the single white light fixture with a blue and white pewter four-light ceiling fan.
“Betty knew how much you loved her. She used to tell me that all the time,” Sheree recalled as she sat on the blue and gray embroidered couch.
Horace sat in the gray easy chair opposite her and used the universal remote control on the armrest to click the TV on. His hand paused on the black remote at Sheree’s words. “I believe that. A day never went by that me and Betty didn’t confess our love for each other.” Horace took comfort in that. Then he turned to stare pointedly at Sheree and added, “Do you believe that Graham still loves you?” His mahogany face was somber as he asked that question.
Sheree answered honestly. “Yes, I do.” She’d seen it in his eyes earlier tonight. She’d felt it in his kiss. Then she sighed. But it was too late. He was already spoken for. “But that’s all I’m willing to talk about on that subject tonight. Goodnight, Dad.” Then Sheree got up and kissed Horace on the forehead and retired to bed.
Respecting her right to privacy, Horace didn’t push the issue. Instead his mind took him back to the first time he met Sheree. Graham had brought her to their house a week after meeting her. From the moment he saw the sweet-spirited young lady, Horace knew that she would be his daughter-in-law. Graham had never brought any girl home to meet them so soon.
At first, Horace and Betty thought that their son was moving too fast. The two youngsters barely knew each other, but then as they observed how smitten Graham and Sheree were with each other, it became obvious to everyone that she was ‘the one’. How else could they explain the fact that Graham and Sheree voluntarily asked them to chaperon most of their dates to reduce their level of temptation? Or the fact that Sheree (after she became born again) had their son going to church again after years of absenteeism?
Horace smiled as he remembered how much Betty loved that last part. His wife strongly believed in a family worshipping together and when Sheree entered their lives that became a reality again. Graham hadn’t missed a Sunday service since.
Yes, Sheree, Horace mused to himself as he focused his attention on a Lakers’ game that he’d found. You still are ‘the one’ for my boy.
***
Meanwhile, Juanita and
“I did.” Juanita nodded and sighed, trying to ignore the dull pain in her lower back. Ever since her mother passed, she’d been having moments of sporadic cramping. I wish Momma was here, she mused.
“I hope he does get back together with Sheree. She helps bring Graham out of his shell,” Juanita continued, trying to remain focused on the subject at hand.
Juanita used to hate how reserved her little brother was. How he always had a soft spot when it came to women and thus couldn’t stand to hurt their feelings. Unfortunately, some of the women in Graham’s life knew about his kind heart and would often take advantage of it. During their teenage years it was especially bothersome. In fact, there were many times that Juanita had to be the one to tell her brother’s ex-girlfriends not to call their house anymore, because they just wasn’t getting or accepting the message from him.
Graham would tell the females that it was over between them and then turn back around and send them birthday gifts and Christmas cards. He didn’t seem to realize that his benevolent actions were giving the ladies the wrong impression. They thought he was trying to get back together with them.
Then just when Graham finally learned the art of cutting relationship ties completely, he let the wrong one go. Juanita often verbalized her displeasure at the fact that he hadn’t pursued Sheree after their breakup. Unfortunately, her brother often turned a deaf ear to her, not wanting to admit to the enormity of his mistake.
You just don’t let the love of your life go that easily, Juanita mused, convinced that her brother should have run after Sheree until running after her did him more harm than good. Now she just hoped that Graham would seize this opportunity to reclaim his true love and let nothing stand in the way of that goal.
Chapter 7
The next morning, Sheree awakened in enough time to fix breakfast for Horace. Today was going to be a rough day for everyone, but especially for him. Horace barely ate the cheese and mushroom omelet she fixed for him. Sheree didn’t blame him, she wasn’t really hungry, either. And on top of that, it rained.
By
Sheree was relieved that Juanita had done that. She’d wanted to ride with them, too. However, the fact that Teonna wasn’t riding with them tugged at the back of her mind. Why wouldn’t the man’s fiancée be with him in his time of need?
But one look at the deep grief on Graham’s face caused Sheree to quickly forget about all that. Sitting silently beside him, she felt compelled to reach across and hold his hand in comfort. To Sheree’s unspoken joy, Graham gave her hand a quick squeeze of thanks. Then he looked up into her soothing hazel eyes and attempted a smile.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Graham said softly.
“I am, too,” Sheree replied as those around them nodded in approval. After that, no one else said anything as they slowly progressed to the church.
***
After the funeral, everyone came back to the
Sheree occupied the second room on the left or as she liked to call it – the brown room. This was the one bedroom that Graham had allowed her to decorate completely in diverse shades of brown. The room almost looked like a sand aquarium with its varying earth tones. Its soothing color scheme reminded Sheree of autumn leaves assembled under a big oak tree. The kind she and Graham used to rake up together in the backyard.
It was to Sheree’s extreme delight yesterday to discover that Betty had kept everything in this particular room the same. That meant a lot to her.
Kicking off her black pumps, Sheree plopped down on the soft-as-suede brown comforter and rubbed her feet together. It was pure luxury to her skin as it touched the plush material underneath that was punctuated by gleaming, gold-colored studs. Truly the studs give the bed a dramatic impact.
Sheree lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she heard something that sounded like a child whimpering to her right. She instantly sat up and looked to where the sound resonated. Her mouth fell open as she beheld Graham, weeping like a baby near the bay window.
The dark brown window treatment almost hid him from sight, which was why she hadn’t noticed him before. What is he doing in here? Sheree wondered. That thought was discarded very quickly as she immediately went to Graham’s side. It no longer mattered why as she slipped her arms around his waist and held him in a loving embrace.
Sheree didn’t know that her room was the only room Graham could have gone to in order to openly grieved for his mother. It was the one room that always brought him the most comfort in the whole four-bedroom house. This was the room he’d cried in when they’d gotten divorced many years ago. It was also the room where the two of them had christened their new home.
Sheree continued to hold Graham tenderly from behind as he continued to sob heartrending tears. She cried, too, as they stood mourning together. After many minutes of this, Graham turned and faced her. His gray eyes were red and puffy. The white handkerchief he had was completely saturated with moisture.
When Graham tried to speak, he choked on a sob and the tears flowed again. He was just too raw inside right now for words. Sensing that he needed a minute to pull himself together, Sheree immediately went to the private bathroom. There, she retrieved the floral box of Kleenex from the brass vanity table. When she returned, Graham had moved to the embroidered chair by the bed and was looking just as haggard as he felt. He still wasn’t ready for words yet.
Sheree handed the box of tissue to him and sat down on the bed opposite him. As Graham’s tears subsided, he wiped his face and threw all of the used tissue in the trash. When he returned to the bed area, he took a deep breath and reached out for Sheree’s hands. Looking intently into her eyes, Graham began to whisper some of the most precious words on earth.
“Thank you so much for coming, Sheree. Momma would have wanted you here.” Graham paused and took another deep, strength-gathering breath. “You already know that I want you here. But I wonder if you know that I want you. That I still love you, Sheree. That I always have and I always will,” he continued, not able to hold his true feelings inside any longer. He had to tell her.
Sheree’s mind wrapped around the fact that Graham really did love her. Her soul embraced that knowledge like a life raft. She’d felt it last night, but now he’d said it. Suddenly Sheree thought of seizing the moment. Betty’s untimely death taught her that life was just too short not to be with the one you loved. With that sense of urgency fueling her actions, Sheree leaned over and kissed Graham square on the lips.
It was like water to a parched desert land. Graham immediately pulled her into his lap and began to kiss her with all the love that he had in his heart. He ravished Sheree’s mouth over and over again until they both ached with desire. When that was no longer enough to satisfy, he laid her on the bed.
Hearing someone’s laughter filter upstairs, Graham got up to quickly lock the door. When he returned to the bed, he lay beside Sheree and started to caress her beautiful body. His hands were everywhere and so were hers. They forgot about everybody and everything, except for this moment, the present, now. Pretty soon their clothes started coming off with eager hands.
Graham inhaled sharply as he beheld Sheree’s voluptuous birthday suit for the first time in years. She still looked exquisite, just as good as the day they first made love on their honeymoon night. In fact, this moment felt as if they were still that happily married couple.
Tossing the last of his clothing aside, Graham drew Sheree into his arms. She seemed eager to enter the embrace of the only man that had ever possessed her body. The only man that could ever touch her in a way that made her want to cry for joy.
In Graham’s embrace, Sheree was able to see and mostly feel how he’d kept his beautiful mahogany frame in excellent physical condition. Rippling muscles were everywhere. Sheree’s hands couldn’t help but roam those muscles.
Though aching to be one with her even more now, Graham restrained himself. It had been two years since he’d had a woman and even longer since he’d been with the woman he truly loved. Thus, he positioned himself above Sheree with the intention of paying true homage to her luscious body in an unhurried manner.
Using his hands and his lips to slowly bring her to a point of sharp readiness, Graham relished how deliciously Sheree writhed beneath him. Every delightful touch drew them both closer to ecstasy. When Sheree arched her body in preparation for his complete possession, Graham quickly protected them and prepared to give her exactly what she wanted. What they both wanted.
Just as he was about to join Sheree in united bliss, someone knocked on the door. “Sheree, have you seen Graham? Teonna is back from her trip to the store and she’s looking for him.” It was Juanita. Her distinctive high pitched voice seemed to jerk the two lovers out of their passionate haze.
Sheree lay frozen. She didn’t know what to do or say as reality came rushing in. That was soon followed by an inner conviction that she had successfully been able to ignore up to this point. God, what is wrong with me? Sheree mused. She figured something must be wrong in order for her to be so willing to throw four years of celibacy down the drain. And especially with a man who was currently engaged to be married to someone else.
Graham immediately shifted to Sheree’s left side and got up to find his pants. Knowing that he could trust Juanita to be discreet, he whispered, “Sis, are you alone?”
“Yes,” the pregnant woman answered, this time a little more softly. Juanita understood exactly what was going on now. Sheree was missing, Graham was missing, and now her brother was whispering with the door locked. “Don’t worry, I’ll find something else for Teonna to do. You got ten minutes, little brother. And, Sheree, you go, girl,” Juanita added with a chuckle. Then she was gone.
Graham and Sheree silently re-dressed in record time. Neither of them said anything about what almost just happened. What was there to say? When they were fully clothed, Graham walked over to her and hugged her tightly against his chest for several long moments. If only Sheree knew how glad he was to have her back in his arms, in his very life.
“I don’t regret it,” he said finally and ever so softly against her tousled hair. Then releasing her, Graham lifted both of Sheree’s hands up to his mouth and kissed them before leaving the room.
Sheree stood there benumbed by what just occurred and by the fact that despite her convictions, she had so little regrets, too. She’d wanted to make love to Graham. And had Juanita not come when she did, she would have gone all the way with the man who still held so much of her heart.
***
Sheree stayed up in her room for the rest of the evening until every visiting car had departed. She hadn’t wanted to run the risk of seeing Graham and Teonna together. She hadn’t wanted to be reminded of how treacherous her earlier behavior had been. Sheree never liked women who violated committed relationships and she definitely didn’t want to be one of them.
After she’d taken a long, hot bath, Sheree went downstairs to get a snack. The house was quiet as she padded through it in her brown Chenille robe and bare feet. When Sheree passed by the den, she saw someone asleep on the couch in front of the TV. Assuming that it was Horace, she continued to the kitchen. After she piled a white plastic plate full of leftovers from the repast, she proceeded to go back upstairs.
On her way up, Sheree paused and decided to go turn off the TV in the den. No use wasting electricity when no one was watching it. When she entered the den, she immediately discovered that the sleeping person was not Horace at all. It was Graham.
Sheree stopped short in her tracks. How many years had she imagined seeing his sleeping frame again? How many years had she imagined Graham waking up in bed beside her? Four long years to be exact.
As if sensing her presence, Graham’s gray eyes suddenly fluttered open. He sat up. “I know you must be wondering what I’m still doing here. All I know is that I couldn’t leave. Tonight I needed to be somewhere that I could feel close to my mother,” he explained, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
Graham left out the fact that he’d needed to feel close to Sheree, too. And that even if they weren’t in the same bed, being under the same roof with her went a long ways towards comforting his grieving heart.
The plate in Sheree’s hand suddenly became extra heavy as her hands started to tremble. They trembled from the shock and from the joy of finding her ex-husband still here. She’d never felt so nervous in her life.
Graham quickly assessed the situation and came to Sheree’s rescue. He took the plate and beckoned her to sit down on the sofa next to him. When she did, he sat the plate safely in her lap.
Then while Sheree calmed down from her shock, Graham told her about the details of his life since the divorce. He even told her about meeting Teonna and the truth about their ‘alleged’ engagement. Although he was very honest about the nature of their relationship now, he failed to divulge that he’d slept with the woman in the past. As a result, Sheree was left with the impression that Graham and Teonna were just very good friends.
While they talked together, Graham and Sheree also ate together. Soon the food in her lap was gone and she had disclosed the contents of the last few years of her life as well. It was a very peaceful time, despite Graham’s omission.
Chapter 8
On Friday morning, Sheree awakened to delightful sunbeams pouring into the room from the window and the sound of baby birds chirping in their nest. The big oak tree in the backyard had housed families of birds for generations. When she and Graham first purchased this home, they installed wooden triangle-shaped birdfeeders to try to encourage the birds to return each year. And their winged friends always did, sometimes bringing more birds with them. Today they all seemed to welcome Sheree back home with a delightful morning song.
After awhile Sheree got up and did her morning stretching exercises. Then she went to brush her teeth for two full minutes on each side. Afterwards, she flossed. This had been her routine every since grade school. That was when she’d met Dr. Myron Leader.
Dr. Leader was the new family dentist that Sheree’s mother took her to see at the tender age of eight. Sheree had her first cavity and she was afraid to go get it fixed, largely because her previous experiences with dentists had not been pleasant ones. She hated the way their offices smelled and she especially hated all of the menacing looking dental equipment that awaited her in the back rooms. It was downright frightening for an eight-year-old kid to descend down the narrow halls and enter into a white, unfriendly room of pain. When it was her time to walk down those halls, Sheree would take itty-bitty steps, walking as slow as possible until her mother had to literally drag her to the room. Then once she got in the dental chair, the tears would roll and she would be inconsolable.
Finally, Harriet Hamilton had grown frustrated with Sheree’s behavior and decided to do some research. She had to try to find a competent dentist who could calm her fidgety daughter. After asking and calling around among her friends and associates, Harriet finally found a dentist who claimed that ‘he catered to cowards’ and that ‘he could turn dental cowards into champions’. She immediately made an appointment for her daughter.
Right from the start, Sheree sensed that there was something different about Dr. Leader. First of all, his practice was located in a renovated house that was beautifully transformed into an office building. Sheree felt as if she was going to visit someone’s house instead of a dental office. Secondly, the waiting room smelled of fresh potpourri, not disinfectant spray. And most of all, the entire color scheme in each room was warm, friendly and inviting. The colorful dental chairs were comfortable and even the dental instruments that were arrayed on the stainless steel tray were covered with a sanitized white cloth so that the client didn't have to see them.
Then as Dr. Leader skillfully worked on Sheree’s teeth, he cheerfully explained what he was about to do ahead of time. His soothing voice and comforting manner made her instantly relax. Before she knew it, the cavity was filled – pain free. That experience made such an impact on Sheree that right then and there she decided to become a dentist when she grew up. Sheree wanted to ease the discomfit of others the same way that Dr. Leader had done for her. These days she was known as one of the most gentle and qualified dentists in
***
After Sheree showered and changed, she went downstairs for breakfast. To her delight, Graham was still there. She’d hoped that he would be, especially after last night. Sheree was also pleased to learn that he and Teonna were nothing more than friends. Now the field was wide open for the ex-spouses to reconcile.
Besides feeling good this morning, Sheree looked good. Today she wore a leather, snake-print tank shirt and matching pants. The brown outfit accented her shoulder-length sandy hair and sparkling hazel eyes to perfection. When she walked into the kitchen, Graham was at the porcelain coated range cooking. He immediately turned to her and smiled. She could see the love radiating in his gray eyes and that warmed her soul. Then Graham told her about his father.
Horace hadn’t slept well, so he’d gotten up earlier and went to inspect one of the houses he was going to move into soon. His best friend and golf partner, Larry Gordon, had gone with him, so they didn’t have to worry about how he was getting along. Larry always kept Horace laughing.
When Sheree realized that they had the house to themselves, she suddenly became anxious. Graham, who knew her so well, instantly addressed the issue. “Don’t worry, Sheree. Nothing will happen until the time is right. I just want us to take this time to rediscover each other again. Is that all right with you?”
“Yes, that fine.” She smiled and exhaled slowly with relief. Slow walking into reconciliation sounded better than fine to her. It sounded great. They’d rushed so many things in their relationship - the marriage, the divorce. Yes, it was time to take things slow for a change.
Going to the fridge, Sheree poured herself a glass of juice. Then she carried her drink to one of the wooden island stools and sat down. Graham turned back to what he was cooking.
“What took you so long this morning? I heard you moving around at least an hour ago.” Then he remembered. “Oh...I forgot about your morning routine.” Graham turned back around to face her. “Let me see your teeth.” He laughed when she grinned wide, exposing healthy teeth and gums. “Woman, you are something else.”
Sheree laughed, too. It was a glowing, heart-warming kind of laugh. A long overdue, so-glad-I-found-you-again kind of laugh. “You know me so well, Graham. By the way, what are you cooking over there? It smells good.” She sniffed animatedly in the air and smiled with pleasure.
Graham flipped the pancakes over, then removed them from the griddle. “Blueberry pancakes - your favorite.” He raised his eyebrows, winked at her, and added, “You bet I know you.” He turned off the stove and brought the plate of hot food along with the maple syrup over to her. Then he sat on the stool next to Sheree and watched as she commenced to eating each and every one of the syrupy treats.
When Sheree was finished, she reached for a napkin to wipe her hands. But Graham would have none of that. He knew she’d been raised with strict etiquette and would not normally lick syrup from her fingers, but surely she remembered how much he liked licking them for her. Promptly grabbing her hands, Graham leaned over and proceeded to lick each digit.
Sheree closed her eyes in pleasure. She’d forgotten how much Graham liked to do that. This man always made her feel so good. “Oh, Graham,” she moaned, feeling herself rapidly surrendering to passion again.
When Graham finished with her fingers, he held up one hand at a time and continued to plant kisses all the way up her arms. Finally, he reached her lips. By then, Sheree was breathing raggedly and he was pulsating with desire. His thoughts raged within him.
I said we’d wait. We’ve got to wait, Graham mused, intent on planting a light kiss on her lips before stopping altogether. Yet when he placed his mouth upon hers, his world suddenly shifted. Soon he was ravishing Sheree’s delicious maple mouth until she was slumped against him with need. Now Graham didn’t want to wait. Furthermore, he was even choosing to ignore all of the flashing red caution lights going off within him.
With his decision to wait thoroughly reversed, Graham picked Sheree up and quickly carried her back upstairs to her bedroom. She felt safe in his strong arms. Never had anything felt so right before. Again, it was as if the divorce had never happened, as if they were still married and that what was about to happen next was their rightful due. And the fact that Teonna and her fake engagement were no longer deterrents made this moment feel that much more right.
***
In the bedroom Graham placed Sheree on her feet and slowly began to undress her. As he unzipped her shirt and slipped it over her head, he realized that she’d worn nothing underneath. Graham inhaled sharply and commenced to having a field day with her full cinnamon delicacies.
“Oh, baby. You’re so beautiful. Perfect,” he muttered against her skin.
Next to come were Sheree’s pants. Graham took great pleasure in sliding them down her curvaceous hips and thighs. When she stepped out of them, he inhaled sharply again. From outerwear to underwear, everything she’d worn today had been snake-print. “Turn around and let me really see you, Sheree,” Graham said, his deep voice was husky and full of desire.
Sheree knew exactly what he wanted. She recalled only too well. She moved back two steps and began to slowly turn around. When her back was to Graham, she parted her legs and relaxed them, causing them to take the form of an elegant bow. That action was enough to extract a loud groan from him this time.
Graham loved when Sheree stood back in her legs. He liked the way her bottom rounded to a perfect point above her thighs. How those same thighs led the eye down a curvaceous path to her dancer-shaped legs. Though he loved every profile Sheree had, this was his most favorite out of them all.
Suddenly Sheree began to do something else Graham loved. She began to dance slowly, erotically, shaking her body to music only she could hear in her head. Graham’s eyes were glued to her moving frame, his hands firmly on her hips as she turned around and began to move seductively against him. Each movement wreaked sweet havoc on his senses. Sheree could feel his readiness as her hands roamed up and down his frame.
Graham couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her hard. As Sheree’s arms embraced his strong neck, his hands explored the fullness of her curves while they moved together. Mouth to mouth, heart to heart; they sizzled together, aflame with the heat of passion. Soon Graham found it insufficient to just move against Sheree like this. He wanted to move inside of her.
Breaking the kiss, Graham stared down into her hazel eyes. “Sheree, I love you. I need you so much, baby.”
Completely sold out by now to satisfying the needs of her flesh and not her spirit, Sheree cupped Graham’s face and said, “You can have me, baby. Every part of me is yours. There’s been no one else, but you. There’s been no one else since you. You’ve always been the only one for me.”
Graham closed his eyes as he absorbed her words. No one else since me? he mused as guilt began to prick his heart. At the same time, a drop of conviction finally emerged within him as well. Fortunately that conviction quickly swelled to overflowing and ushered in the necessary fluid of strength to quench the fervent heat of this moment.
For Graham there had been one other since their divorce. Teonna. He exhaled slowly, feeling his passion quickly wean. He had to tell Sheree about that encounter. But how? Graham had already told her that he and Teonna were just friends. How could he explain why he’d left out the fact that they’d slept together?
Sheree instantly felt the change in Graham. “What’s wrong, baby?” She smoothed the frown out of his mahogany forehead.
Graham shook his head and opened his eyes. “Nothing. I just think that maybe we should take it slow as planned. Not rush into anything. I know we got a little ahead of ourselves today and I take full responsibility for that. I just couldn’t resist licking your fingers. But, baby, please forgive my error and let’s go back to our original plan. Okay?”
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