Jane was quite occupied in the bar section of the house, pouring herself a glass of bourbon when Tom returned home.

Tom sighted her where she stood, drinking a glass of bourbon and approached her. Jane knew he had returned but didn't even turn to look at him or welcome him.

Tom got to where she stood, slid his hands around her waist and pulled her back, closer to himself, his face leaned in on the back of her shoulder and his lips gently kissed her neck ...