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Charlie told herself to pull away, but his arms felt so good, and he smelled wonderful. She suddenly remembered the regret on her husbands face when he realized that he had missed his father by six weeks. Knowing that he was never even supposed to be here, and that he would never really be hers, was enough to make her cry all the harder.
Charlotte, Charlotte, please try to stop. Youre going to make yourself sick. Sean stroked her hair with his free hand and thought his heart would break. If only she would confide in him. Theirs had become a strange relationship all over again. Husband and wife, but not lovers. Housemates, but just barely friends.
Charlie, in an attempt to stop her tears, drew in a shuddering breath and tipped her head back to look at her husband. She told herself to thank him and move out of his arms, but no words would come. She watched Seans gaze drop from her eyes to her mouth, and still she couldnt move. Not even when she watched his head lower and felt his hand holding the back of her head, was she able to put any space between them.
The kiss was like nothing Sean had ever dreamed of. He honestly believed he was going slowly, but when Charlie whimpered he knew he was crushing her in his arms. He loosened his hold without breaking the kiss, shifting his wife onto his lap as he did. She was kissing him back now, and Sean felt as lightheaded as a man who had gone for days with an empty stomach.
Empty. That word perfectly described Seans arms a moment later when Charlie suddenly pushed away from him and stood a few yards away. Sean took several deep breaths and had to clear his throat before he spoke.
Im not going to apologize for that, Charlotte, because saying Im sorry would be a lie. I like kissing you, and I hope someday youll enjoy it too.
I enjoyed it. Charlie could have pulled her own tongue out.
Then why are you way over there looking terrified?
I dont know. Theres so much between us, and I think if we had continued it would have complicated things further. The words were stilted, and Sean wished with all his might that he knew what she was talking about. Complicate what things?
Charlotte, Im not sure I understand.
And Im not sure I can explain.
Sean realized he would have to be satisfied with that. He stood, determined not to press her, but equally determined not to leave her in the barn alone.
Why dont we head inside now. Maybe we can talk some more tomorrow.
Charlie seemed relieved by his understanding and went willingly with him to the house.