~ Extreme ~


He was not inexperienced. His years at university had apparently been instructive in subjects far removed from academia. That array of information, combined with his formidable powers of deduction and an enhanced regard for her astonished self, might actually be the death of her.

Long after Angelo's, in the hours before dawn, she was shocked to find herself weeping after a particularly intense denouement. She blurted, "S-sorry! I'm sorry. It's just-"

"Hush," he said, his voice husky, kissing her lips, and the tears from her cheeks.

"You...you don't mind?"

"Molly, how should I mind? I was there, too. Remember?"