He sat back on the couch and immediately began editing again. I was growing more concerned at his lack of communication. He was like a robot. I started to feel a little doubt at asking him. I was afraid he had just stopped reading and was skimming for grammar at this point. I kept shifting in my seat and kept my eyes anywhere but his when he edited certain paragraphs.

At first he'd converse with me about edits, now he was just flying through the pages as I sat picking at my nails and sipping on my red wine. I almost dropped the glass when he reached chapter 11. Fuck.

I noticed the falter in his edits. The pause on certain words. The shift in his position as if he was... bothered.

The tension grew and it felt almost suffocating. The air seemed to thicken and the mood had shifted. Anyone could feel it.

"What's the inspiration behind the story Rita." Oh god.

"Um, like I said. My life with fictional elements." I cleared my throat shifting so my legs were crossed.

He turned his head and slowly took off his glasses. I gulped. His eyes ran along my legs in a slow gaze to my face. I knew my cheeks were redder than the wine in the glass next to me.

"Fictional elements." He tasted the word in his mouth. "Desire."

I paused my body stilling.

"Yes, I guess desire." I nodded looking away from him.

"There is nothing wrong with desire backed work Rita." His voice seemed a bit deeper now. "Your writing is exceptional and besides the traditional grammatical and spelling errors your work is looking strong." He seemed closer now.

I turned and my thoughts were confirmed. He had moved an inch closer, eyes dead set on my face. I took a breath and smiled.

"Thank you." I gripped the couch below me suddenly feeling very hot.

His eyes fell to my lips and he focused on them for a moment. I watched as he stood and my heart raced when he stepped in front of me. He ever so slowly leaned forward, placing his long arms besides my hips so his face was impossibly close now.

I think I stopped breathing.

Up close I noticed the small freckles that lined his nose and his steel eyes looked darker. He dropped his gaze to my crossed legs. Carefully, he lifted his right hand and hovered over my leg. Slowly he dropped his forefinger to my leg drawing small circles.

Now I was on fire. I clenched the couch tighter and looked up to his eyes again.

"Your way with words," he leaned in so close I could feel his warm breath. "Is very stimulating." His finger on my leg trailed higher. The cut on his lips was even closer to me now and had already started healing.

I looked down at his finger as it slowly trailed up and down my leg leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"Thank you," I looked up at him through my lashes. He smiled down at me and slowly stood up, dragging his fingers to my knee before pulling back. He took careful steps around the coffee table pacing the small living room.

"Your fictional elements. Are they inspired by any true events." Oh god. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't beyond hot and bothered at this point. I was so hot. So hot.

"My imagination is a wild place." I said. Standing I took the wine glass once more and headed for the kitchen to refill it. I needed to breathe.

This was heading in a very very different direction. And I was not complaining. But like my book character, I wasn't the most experienced when it came to an intimidatingly beautiful man as Ethan. Not to mention as equally smart as handsome.

I heard the pen drop on the coffee table and turned to see him stand. He looked down and walked slowly into the kitchen. He halted when he was just an inch from my body and I kept my eyes trained on his chest. His arms fell to the counter behind me, trapping me in.

"Have you ever considered living out your wild imagination." In shock I looked up at his words. Mouth falling open I noticed how dark his eyes had gotten now.

Of course I did. Who didn't? If he was offering what I think he was I almost couldn't breathe. I swore off one night stands from college boys after they were nothing but disappointments. But he was no average college boy and this was no average one night stand.

"Yes." I said confidently.

He smirked and before I knew it his lips were on mine.