Can't blame me - his obsession with cleanliness had rubbed off on me.

On impulse, I reached out and tasted.

Andrew Brook jerked back.

For the first time, I saw him flustered.

Though just for a moment.

Almost too quick to catch.

He reached out, using the fabric in my hand to wipe his fingers.

This crafty fox, so clever!

The burgundy lace, treated this way, made something tingle inside ...