I had to admit, I was in a very good mood and was lousy at hiding it. My cheer only served to drive Reid further into his cold shell. When we got home..., he wouldn't even come in with me, choosing instead to endure the harsh winter storm on a long, brooding walk. He wasn't himself, and it made me shiver knowing my sexy, passionate fire-starter would be buried in icy resentment for the next few days. I couldn't handle these cold-spells anymore; I had to do something. Trying overcome my bone-deep. When I pulled away, I was surprised to find my hand had found her waist during the short duration of our caress and awkwardly pulled it away. My mind flooded with the awareness of how firm her waist was and a strange excitement about how sharply it flared out to her hips.I cast my eyes down for a final look at Mom's panties and the lovely triangle they formed with her thighs, patted her bare knee, and said, "You'd better let me practice now if I'm not to play the fool tonight, then."I played. But how much greater was the solemnity of the present moment! Before, it was at the very most his liberty that was at stake. This time it was Florence's life which fate was about to offer or refuse him."Florence! Florence!" he kept repeating, in his despair.He no longer had a doubt of her innocence. Nor did he doubt that the other loved her and had carried her off not so much for the hostage of a coveted fortune as for a love spoil, which a man destroys if he cannot keep it."Florence!. ”I had no idea what to say. The realities were hitting me at the same time, so Ashleigh continued with her explanation.“Andy text me Friday morning after you left. I told him that I’d call him on Sunday because I needed time to think. I was so pissed off at him from the whole situation that I nearly…” she stopped mid-sentence. Ashleigh took another drink of her water and regrouped. “That I nearly had sex with you that morning just to get revenge at him. But I realized that I’d be having sex.