8 Chapter 8

Rather like us.

I had seen Brief Encounterbefore. Mother loved this type of movie and insisted on company whenever she watched it. Even though my brothers weren’t excused—Mother had announced that since they’d have to accompany their lady friends to the movies, they needed to learn how to sit through a tearjerker without displaying an ounce of condescension—I was the one usually “volunteered.”

Folana noticed my distraction. Before I realized what she was doing, she leaned over and kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm, and the caress was tentative. Desire pooled deep inside me and heat seemed to radiate off me.

She gave a soft sigh and turned her attention back to the screen.

But her hand had dropped to my groin and her fingers were absently rubbing the inseam of the Capri slacks I had chosen to wear on this mild winter day.

My head dropped back and my eyes closed, and while Celia and Trevor desperately searched for a place to share their bliss, I found mine.

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